She stands at the gates of Hell all alone.
They tore at her skin and left her with bone.
She waits for the doors to open up wide.
So she can forget the tears that she cried.
She just gave up, put that gun to her head.
Who'd really care if she ended up dead?
They said she'd end up here if she took her life.
But the world she just left always cut like a knife.
