She feels the itch form on her wrist
like due drops dripping from the mist...

Flesh torn, smiles broken
a hurt to deep, to ever be spoken...

I scream out to you
i want your help...

Tears of blood run down her wrists
but signs of emotion on her Face are missed...

You say how sad
you say poor thing...

Tears of joy
because i have the perfect boy...

Help
i need somebody...

She clips her hair back
straightens her shirt...

Im gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist...

I need someone to listen,
I need someone to hear...

Shes breaking down
her life is fading...

Her makeups never perfect
her clothes dont always match...