I wake up each morning,
with this tear stained face...
There once was a girl named Dee Dee
She was never small...
The knife is calling to me,
Calling my name over and over again...
It seems i am forever to feel this way
i thought i had beat this once and for all...
Every morning I woke up
and asked myself...
I heard the cries of
a young girls heart...
Dear god, tonight I ask you,
please protect me from harm...
Now I lay me down to die,
as I sing this lullaby...
Would you stand by me, if I showed you the real...
In this dark whole world I find myself alone,
all have departed me and everyone is gone...
The way they look
the way they stair...
Sitting in my room with a knife in my hand,
My thoughts of pain...