She walks the path, she walks the shame
She desires diamonds, she got insane
She swallows them whole
For the love of the lame.

She is she has, She breathes the bad
She writes in blank but has never been sad
We wonder how she's full of mud
She's never been touched but dirty as a rug

She blames her because she cannot become her
We blame her because we can never be her.
She is her,
but she is not her
how can we become her if we don't even know her?
Is it worth it to be her? 
Is it enough to be her?
No one knows, no one cares
No one dares.
We just can't.

The water she pours on her is gold
No one asked, No one knows
She cuts her flesh and never gets old
She dances in mess, crazy and bold

She is...