12 years old, and she wants to die. But so did I. I don't know why. Our dad is gone, but back today. It's no big deal. He goes away. Then he comes home. And we're all great. It’s just for work. So it’s okay. But she's upset. There's no mistake. 12 years old, she bleeds to cry. But so did I. I don’t know why. She doesn’t talk, It’s all inside. She thinks I’m nuts, But won’t say why. She’s really sweet, But really shy. She thinks we’re fucked, But knows we try. She lives a dream. It’s all a lie. 12 years old, living hellish lies. But so did I. I don’t know why. I broke your heart. It’s broken still. I broke my skin And ate the pills. I pulled them down. Until I was filled. You saw me then In for the kill. And now it shows. You’ve still got guilt. 12 years old, you’re barely a teen. But still your thoughts are so obscene. I don’t know why you want to die. But so did I. I fucked you up. I don’t know why. I fucked us up. And now I cry. I ask what’s up. And so you lie. You want to die. But so did I. You want to die. I don’t know why.