She crawls into a corner,
wishing she would die,
the boy of her dreams won't even tell her hi
she gets her razor blade out,
it's now her best friend,
she slowly cuts,
as thoughts of you sink in
she wished you'd love her
she wished you'd care
but deep down inside she knows you'll never be there
so every night this happens,
every single night,
and when she's done
she crawls in bed and cries
and once she awakes a whole nother day
starts again and she has to go through the same shit again
