She used to cut her pain away
And cry herself to sleep
She used to cry a crimson red
And every night she'd weep
She used to wear long-sleeved shirts
To cover up her scars
Plain old lines, Ribbons of red
The occasional cross or star
She used to scream at people
Just to see they're pain
Sadistically treating her friends
Sadistically calling their name
She used to wish for nothing but death
From this life, she wanted to part
But there was something stronger then it all
A light in her dark little heart
And as she became more wise
And as she became more mature
And as she became more beautiful
She slowly became more sure
And then she began to realize
That she shouldn't just have all this strife,
She realized there was more to her living
Then the sharp edge of a razor or knife
And she began to laugh her pain away
And grin herself to sleep
And she began to smile wonderfully
And no longer did she weep
The occasional tear would fall from her eyes
And she still needed more self control
But she began to patch and sew up
The rips over her no longer lonely soul
She had her ups and downs
and she had her inbetweens
But now instead of black and white
She saw blues and reds and greens
