6 O'Clock News

Black rose petals drift ominously to the ground under the moonlit sky There sits a girl crying beside the body she once knew I take her hand in mine and tell her she’s beautiful Even with all her scars Even with all her flaws She’s perfect the way she is but does she believe me? I think not A couple days later she’s on the 6 o’clock news A couple days later the world has stopped for her A life once so pure, now so full of self hate Taken by the shadows of doubt Taken by the shadows of self starvation Taken until she wasted away There sits a girl crying at what she sees in the mirror With each handful of skin her heart fills with fear I asked her to stop but got no response Her mind is made up her body has lost All turns black, she’s barely alive, can’t open her eyes The tubes in her arms are how she’ll survive A couple weeks later she’s on the 6 o’clock news A couple months later she sees a new light The road to recovery is a long way’s away The road to recovery is what saved her that day But now when I see her I remember that girl She cried out for help and nobody came She was taken away by the shadows of doubt She was taken away by the shadowy depths of self starvation She was taken away until she wasted away Would it be different if somebody cared? Would it be different if you had been there?