Only Living Girl in LA

I'm the only girl alive in L.A. County I'm the only one who sees I wake up every day in some new kind of suffering I've never known a day of peace I wonder if I ever left behind my body Do you think they'd laugh at how I died? Or take a photo of my family in the lobby? The ceremony's small in size 'Cause I don't know if I could sell out my own funeral At least, not at this point in time And if I ever try to leave behind my body Well, at least I know it was never mine, it was never mine It was never mine It was never mine Well, I'm the only girl alive in New York City I left my wallet on the train Since I no longer even have a driver's license I guess that means I have no name And I could run away to somewhere on the West Coast And finally be a real life girl They'll take my organs and they'll hang me from a bed post Saying I was too soft for this world And they'd be right because, quite frankly, to be alive, it shouldn't kill me every day The way it does I don't know what I did to have this this fate I'm drenched in it And I can't even run from what I know My special talent isn't writing, it's not singing It's feeling everything that everyone alive feels every day Feels every day Feels every day Feels every day I think I'm special 'cause I cut myself wide open As if it's honorable to bleed But I'm not lucky and I know I wasn't chosen The world keeps spinning without me I told my mother I would die by twenty-seven And in a way, I sorta did This thing I love has grown demanding and obsessive And it wants more than I can give, than I can give Than I can give Than I can give Well, I'm the only girl alive in L.A. County I've never known a day of peace I wake up every day and wish that I was different I look around and it's just me It's just me, it's just me I'm the only one, the only one is me