Oh innocent girl,
So free and full of life...
You run into your bedroom
And shut the door as you weep...
Every night i sit and cry
Wondering why I'd rather die...
Once again I take my razor,
And commit my bloody sin...
It's been two months,
Since i lifted the blade...
Tears swell up in my troubled eyes
As another insult hits my side...
A little girls sits
Staring at a star...
As I walk through the filled up halls
They turn their heads and stare...
In the chilly morning
I see the sun arise...
No choice I had, than to face-thy-face
and take the stand, to rest my case...
Color it blue for the oceans
within me, I failed to swim...
I hate it! I hate it!
I want to burst it out...