Suicidal haircut

I knew a girl, she was born the end of May
When she was fifteen, she tried to kiss her best friend who was gay
He didn’t kiss her back and then she tried to run away
But he knew she’d kill herself, he grabbed her arm
and made her stay

And then one morning there were voices in her head
‘Go kill your boyfriend, he’s the devil’ is what they said
So she slapped him in the face until his cheeks turned burning red
But he smiled because he knew that she was just
a little mad

I knew a girl who cut her hair to celebrate
her twentieth birthday, while she knew her parents would hate
the haircut and the tattoo and the fact she never ate
Well, this tattooed, bald and skinny girl could have been
in a better place