Slits on her wrists, she should have never got...
Slits on her wrists, she had been hurt so bad...

Eight months pregnant when she saw the light
They were so happy going home that night...

I never thought I'd be holding a knife
That was so close to the end of my life...

Please help me figure out
Why I am here...

I cut myself
The cuts run deep...

Sit in my room waiting for that noise I dread
The noise I here every night when you step in...

Please hold on one more day,
wait for me to say good bye...

I wish i had a place to get away to
to just go and sit in my sorrow...

What happened to you
We used to be inseparable...

Mommy did you every love me?
You never game me a smile...