She takes that razor to her wrist,
starts to cry as everything sinks in,
shes in the corner all alone,
no one there, with no one to hold
she sits and thinks about you,
as she stares at your picture,
she cries herself to sleep knowing you don't love her
she always has this one hope
that you might someday
but deep inside hopeing you don't,
cause she knows... if you do she'll love you
and all you'll do is hurt her even more,
than before
