The cuts on her wrists,
Extend deep beyond...

There once was a little girl who felt so...

Why did you do it?
How could you pretend...

She sits all alone,
In her room crying...

I hear you,
Your voice on the end of that phone...

Take my hand,
Go on take it...

Why did you have to go this way?
Left us all alone...

Four years since that fateful day,
When thousands of lives were thrown away...

Alone and crying,
Bleeding and dying...

Such a pretty little girl,
In what seemed like her pefect world...

No one knows her pain that hides
No one cares to look inside...

You said you would pick me up when I fell,
That you could make it better...