As clubbers assemble with a twinkle in their eyes
I hear the sound of a young girl's cries
She sits alone in a room so dark
Hugging her legs, 'neath the windows arc
She screams inside, deep within herself
A dying ember on the bare, open hearth
As emptiness and confusion drown her heart
She can feel herself being torn apart
Knowing not how to get through the day
Whilst at the back of her mind there is an easier way
She runs to the cupboard and takes out a tin
She pulls out the razor blade hidden within
The time is right, tonight is her last chance
And with a flick of the blade her blood starts to dance
Winding its way over her ivory flesh
She takes a breath in, tonight's air is fresh
Shadows turn to ghosts and the light fades away
Now she can be happy in every way
To those who no longer care, to those who can't see see
Never give up until you are free
