She got so used to crying herself to sleep
She go so used to being hurt
She always knew how to cover it up
With the make up and the happy life
She faked it
With the guys she got flirting with them
And later slept with them
With nothing but regret
In the covers
She was dead
She felt dead
She was something you couldn't kill because
Everybody knows you can't kill something that's already
Dead
