You all think you know the real her
But do you really...

Each day we are drifting further and further apart
We used to be like sisters...

Your all sad that she is going to leave
But do you know what...

She sits there
Carves one last cut into her wrists...

She sat there
Staring up at here celling...

She is in a big room
There are many people...

I have been sent a very special gift
And that is you...

On the outside she is a beautiful growing girl
On the inside she is scarred little girl...

I am so happy to i have met you
You are such a great person...

As I take the blade,
I make my last cut...

She stands alone in the corner watching everyone...
Wondering if someone will come up and talk to her...

I'm sorry that i am not who you want me to be
I'm sorry that i am not a piece of clay that you...