Theirs nothing to do nowhere to go
empty and broken with no place to call home
she cries to the devil
she wants to die
but feels for blood
and has no place to hide
hide form the troubles
escapes by the blade
relieving the pain with a little blade
its her addiction
don't be scared
its her way to deal
but yet her way to fight
she doesn't want to live
shes sick and tired of hiding and always crying.
theirs nothing you can do just let her fly
without saying goodbye
