The sun finds a way to break through the curtains of her window
And a blinding light lands directly upon my eyes
But this morning she’s not waking up…not today
The alarm clock goes off…
Mother comes in and Biches at her like usual
C'mon…it’s time to get up!’
But this time she’s not going to respond…not one word
It’s 7:15 and she's going to be late for school
She know what happens when she’s late: one more and she’ll get a detention
But this morning she’s not moving one bit…not at all
Mother's off to work and she’s still in bed
Still not awake
Still not speaking
Still not moving
And she says ‘That’s it! Get up now!’
But she can’t hear her
And is never going to wake up
Not today…not tomorrow…not never Mother realizes
As she notices the pool of blood beside each wrist
And an empty bottle of pills on the floor
But you wanna know what the sad part is…
Everyone knew this was coming and no one did a thing
…I guess that’s what butterflies with busted wings get
