Only Living Girl in LA

I'm the only girl alive in LA county
I'm the only one who sees (ayy)
I wake up every day in some kind of suffering
I've never known a day of peace
I wonder if I ever left behind my body (ooh)
Do you think they'd laugh at how I died?
Or take a photo of my family in the lobby (yeah)
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
Well, I guess that means I have no name (this is Halsey Street)
And I could run away somewhere on the West Coast (somewhere on the West Coast)
And finally be a real life girl
They'll take my organs and they'll hang me from a 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 spinnin' 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 LA 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
I'm the only one, the only one, it's me