I watch her stroll across the street
All the cars stop as she walks
I hear the guys whistle and honk
Blonde hair, blue eyes..stopping traffic

I fix my hair, stick out my chest
and walk across the black road
I hear the honks and turn to look
But i get curses instead
"Get outta the street" they say
I lower my head and run away

I run into my room
and look in the mirror
Stare down at my arm
And put another X

Crying, I walk out of my room
And walk into the kitchen
Everyone watches me
Starring at the trickling blood
I slowly walk out of the room

New day, and i get what i want
The cars slow down
And everyone stops
Just for me

The police bikes show
that everyone should slow
And watch my car take me away
away to the grave yard
where i will be covered in dirt
never to be seen again
Never to be made fun of again
Now no one can compare
To the beautiful pale
Brown hair, brown eyes.. stopping traffic

 
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