She sits alone in her room...
Locked door...
Razor blade in her hand...
People keep on sayin
"just keep your head high
and try a little more"..
But she always has been
And always will be
All she wants to do is die
And end all this pain
So shes sitting here blasting her favorite song
remembering all the mean things people say
Not to her face but behind her back
Its been so long
since shes had a real friend or someone to trust
They've all changed
So she takes the blade to her wrist
Presses too hard than she thinks she would
Blood everywhere
Coming out too fast
Nothing will stop her now
Shes slowly fading
and soon she'll be dead
