Blood is dripping down her wrists,
Tears streaming down her face,
She knows she wont be missed,
She's such a big disgrace.
The razor's cutting deep,
Her thoughts are cutting deeper,
She's smiling as she weeps,
Because no one wants to keep her.
She'll never be a pretty girl,
So everybody says,
She has no place in this big world,
They'll smile when she's dead.
What would her mother say,
If she was still alive?
She'll find out another day,
When she's on the other side.
Her father, he won't miss her,
He'll just buy a bit more liquor,
He can't smack and punch and hit her,
If she's not alive.
But what about what mother said?
Even if her mother's dead,
She said that there's a god above,
Who douses them all in his love.
So she gently set the razor down,
And bandaged up her wrist.
And she found a nice, good boy in town,
Who healed her with a kiss.
She couldn't stand her father,
So she ran away from town,
She even had a daughter,
Who she'd never let down.
She'll never leave her daughter's life,
Like her mother left hers,
She tells her daughter every night,
The same meaningful words.
"Never let them get you down,
There is a god above,
For you, he'll never leave this town,
He'll douse you in his love"
