Angels of helplessness
Of truth it seeks...

The sun rises
Her soul grasped by fire...

The darkness shadows her pale frame
As she constantly re-lives her pain...

Her freckled smile
Is her line...

I stood back in horror
Broke down to the floor...

My tear stained cheeks
My wrists in crimson debt...

Why don’t we listen
To the painful cries...

They tell her they care
But why...

Don't tell me
What I should do...

The glass shattered among the ground
The pieces crash but make no sound...

Her wrists are covered
In hurtful memory...

They said that they did it
Only ‘cause they care...