Living a Lie

She hides her knife
As you come into the room
She was about to take her life
But you came too soon

Crimson tears she longs to weep
It's like an addiction
Her knife she will keep
Like a treasured possession

She was so beautiful
Loved by all
Why did she feel she had to die?
Because she felt she was living a lie

She would not speak
She was too weak
Her friends would ask what's wrong
When they read her poems and songs
But still she would not speak

So when they found
Her body lying on the ground
They wondered

She was so beautiful
Loved by all
Why did she have to die?

Because she felt she was living a lie.