  She’s got eyes to watch the world fall— That beautiful girl in the back corner stall Sipping her coffee and slitting her wrists, Her short stories all end with twists. Got too much feeling and too little time To pull out her sanity and watch it unwind Licking her lips and tasting the sky Breathing in cancer as she watches me die. She’s got a laugh to make the world dance— Offers you pearls but there’s no second chance. Wants to be free but just ends up alone Making prank calls on her broken cell phone, Writing her wisdom on a blank bathroom wall— That beautiful girl in the back corner stall. 
