it's 4 a.m. & she's staring at the ceiling
trembling at the thought of feeling
on the edge of everything she's ever known
trying hard not to fall once again
but knowing that she's wedged between
between a rock & a razor
not knowing which one she'd rather face
learned to smile when she's broken inside
learned to laugh when she's tempted to cry
eyeliner and mascara masks her heart
skin tight jeans keep her from falling apart
she's learned to live when she feels like dying
& getting over him is a phase, she's trying
but sometimes you just can't let go
he makes everything wrong but she just can't say no.