Cutting, cutting make it deep
Cutting, cutting make me weak...

Her parents didn't realized what she did.
her friends didn't hear the silent screams...

Mom why are you acting this way?
What having i done to loose your trust...

It was a normal night
a Innocent drive home...

It was just a normal day
i woke up to the sun...

Her hands are cold
Lips are black...

Its all my fault
this is what i did...

She just sat and stared.
Didn't want to believe it at first...

She cringes in her conner.
Its something shes grown a custom to...

All she wants is for someone to slit her throat...
but instead she slits her wrist...

She walks to school
she doesn't take the bus...

She holds her doll tight.
telling her not to cry...