She's laying in bed
Tonight thinking about life
On the outside she smiles
That smile only falls off
When she's alone and when it does
She crying
But what she does is take out her friendly razor blade
She losses count the number of times she used it
She cleans up and prepares for another day
Never knowing if it'll be her last
But it doesn't matter to her
Because no one cares
For if they did the would ask her about the marks on her skin
Who knows if it'll be her last day
Who knows if she'll be saved
She walks through the day with a smile that never crumbled
Then when its over she sits in bed crying and thinking about life
