When people stare at her, all they can see is perfection.
Her brain is like a nutshell, but who cares when she's got the looks?
She's there, she's in the centre of attention all the time.
Just like any other girl, so young and so naive.
It comes to her, head over heels.
The pressure and the pain.
She's not like any other little girl tonight.
She's surrounded of misery and pain.
Drugs, cigarettes and alcohol,
her three best friends.
"OD, OD, please rescue me.
I don't want any more pressure on my shoulders"


Vilken författare jag är.