As the blade touches her skin
She sits alone in her room lost and scared
Wondering what it would feel like if someone cared
But she will never know
This time she's going to stop the flow
Not just of blood going through her veins
She will stop her emotion, heartache, and pains
She lays down in bed
Suddenly her sheets turn a soft tint of red
Who is going to be the first to see
How believable a fake smile can be...
