A girl only thirteen
Cuts her wrists
And lets them bleed
Shes tired of this world she lives
Point and strare
Was all they ever did So now shes made her mind up
Shes found a way out
She'll cut a little deeper
Hit a vein or two
And watch the blood seep out
When they finally find her
Scattered on the floor
Puddles of blood everywhere
She'll be no more
And when they lay her in the ground
Six feet deep they'll dig
No one will make a sound
For they know what they did.
