I hate it when girls
are wanting to be thin...

Empty box of pills
a razor in my hand...

When your upset
don't turn to your friend the knife...

Locked up in the school toilets
her choice was now made...

Grabbed the razor
moved beside the sink...

May the good lord keep you
wrapped up in his arms...

My life floated around my razor
it was my best mate...

Sometimes we need
to take of and do our own things...

God will watch you, if you believe
in life after death...

How many people have died today
how many have took their live away...

Help me, help me please
my arms are ripped to shreds...

Mummy i loved you
daddy i loved you too...