The moon shone through the room and the razor gleamed on the wall
she wants to die to escape the world
she has nothing to live for
every day she wakes up lonely and tired
she comes home to her mom and dad fighting
she wants it to stop....the madness
she cries herself to sleep to go to a peaceful, non-tormenting place
her dreams blow reality right out of her face
she lies to her teachers and tells them shes fine
she comes home every night sits down and she cries
why must this continue?she says to herself
thats why she puts the razor upon her white flesh
she slices it so deep, so fresh and so fine
no one understands whats on her mind
all the scars up and down her bare arm
every day she sits and does herself harm
it ain't nothing but a twilight suicide
