Sitting on her grave
She cries herself to sleep...

I've sat back and pretended
I've sat back and claimed to be happy...

She fakes a smile everyday
Hoping that her pain will go away...

Who are you little girl at the end of my bed post?
Who are you little girl, with the knife through...

I try to cover up my eyes
So you won't see the tears coming from me...

I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...

She sits there
Tearing at her wrists...

I trusted you
I believed in you...

We can't be forsaken
Many lives we have taken through the centuries...

The tears are falling from me
Everlasting this pain is tearing my heart...

I see him coming
My breaths turn shallow...

I awoke to my mother's scream
Not knowing what to say...