Every time I look in the mirror,
I see new fears growing nearer.
The sharp pain and blood on my wrists,
A true broken heart that really exists.
Every drop of blood is a symbol of our past.
Of all the hurtful things that would happen so fast.
Another tear falls for each cut made.
All just more scars on my torn heart meant to never fade.
You never think such an innocent girl would come to this.
That innocent girl changed, she is someone you will never miss.
For you don’t know her, you never did.
Life went by so fast, it was so nice as a kid.
A torn heart just falls to more pieces.
It’s one of those times where the flow of blood increases.
You wouldn’t be able to live my life and walk in my shoes.
Stop thinking of yourself and look at this life from this girls point of view.
This may never end and the cuts may never heal.
For all that remains is the pain you made me feel.
Now leave this girl to herself with razor in hand.
For the pain she feels, you could never understand.
