Only Living Girl in LA

I'm the only girl alive in L.A. County I'm the only one who sees (ayy) 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 (ooh) 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 (ah-ah) At least not at this point in time And if I ever try to leave behind my body 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 (this is Halsey Street) 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 the bedpost Sayin' 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 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 sort of 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) (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) (Ooh, ayy) (Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, yeah-yeah) (Ah-ah-ah) I'm the only one, the only one, it's me