There's something cold and blank, behind her smile.
She's standing on an overpass in a miracle mile,
'cause you were from a perfect world.
A world that threw me away today, today, today,
to run away.
A pill to make you numb, a pill to make you dumb,
a pill to make you anybody else.
But all the drugs in this world won't save her from herself.
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