she's 13, still young
she's happy, yet clear
she looks like she don't care
but the only thing she wants
is you, to hold her.
she's walking, not talking
she's looking, she's searching
for a shadow, a hole
she wants to fall.
she's 13, still young
she's bad, little sad
letting herself bleed
die, you bad seed
now you can look at her
because she knows you just don't care.