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?
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