She takes all this crap and in turn she'll cut
She'll take a knife and put it in her gut
These wounds just won't shut
And she really can't feel the cut
She just doesn't know what to do so she'll just follow her gut
Everyone thinks she's nothing but a friken nut
No one really knows what this girl will do to shut up these silent screams that are nothing but her own voice that are shut inside her open cut
Nobody can hear it
This girl has no friends, all she has is her knife that she'll use to cut
And if she's really depressed she'll stick it in her gut hoping that the wound won't shut
She just wants to die because she's sick of this stuff that made her who she is today, a girl who finds comfort in a knife that she'll use to cut
And they'll see what they've done to her but they won't know what to do because it'll scare them
Because after all it only made her cut
They'll see these wounds that just won't shut but it will be too late, she's already cut to deep in a cut that has not yet shut
She'll be dead and all those crazy thoughts will be going through their heads and all they'll be able to do is say what?
why did she cut?
What could we have done?
But.....
