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There's a girl, right over there
She sits alone
She looks happy with that smile on
She is sitting alone just smiling

Why is she smiling? Is she crazy?
No! Thats not why she smiles
Because of what she feels, she smiles
Sharp pain acrossed her wrist, she laughs

The girl lifts her arm, rubs her wrist
Across her face, Looks at you and smiles
As blood runs down her face
She laughs again

You look away, as your face shows disgust
Count to ten, you look again
You see the girl, The psycho by the door
Well, This girl you see, She is ME