It felt go good,
to be so weak,
to meet the razor,
to be the freak.
Now blood is dripping,
Skin is ripping,
but who the hell cares,
It's herself she's killing.
And this is her life,
written on the wall,
But here you stand oh so tall,
you don't care at all.
She felt it all at once,
then never again,
her soul never saved,
her name engraved.
The words on the wall,
for all to see,
and this is for the boy,
who did nothing at all.
Is this who you are,
Is this what you want,
to be the one,
who made this girl fall.
You made her weak,
Called her a freak,
and do you care now,
that your name's on the wall.
