She sat outside the funeral home and sucked in a taste of death,
eyes burning through smoke and pouring tears of blood.
There never was anything appealing about the taste of sin
just being able to say she'd been there and done that.
There is someone in the world labeling her as just another stereotype,
and quite frankly she doesn't mind.
There's nothing wrong with being nothing special,
something out of the ordinary.
Ordinary is a place and name she strives for
and it's a place she'll never be.
There's no reason for her to exhale
but she simply cannot help it.
Her will is weak as are her lungs and she breathes back in the lies and temper.
Will it break his heart? I doubt it
Is that what she is striving for? I doubt it
She's no explaination but to put herself to rest
A sympathic suicide that's so everyday and all around
that no one has anything to say or feel about it
She's so typical