My friend made this song for me when he thought I died...
She stands behind the curtains
Looking in onto the stage
Where they play out
Her own life
She knows that for certain
That her life's not to be played
So she cries out
With her knife
A crimson stream to wash away
All the pain of yesterday
She takes no notice anymore
Of what she really lived for
Who did she really live it for
Living inside a world so full of hurt
But what did she really live it for
We don't know, but we'll always think of her
I stood here trying to reach
Through her walls of frosted glass
But was afraid
Of what's within
Now I have to let her be
Because her life's all but passed
I wish she'd stayed
But I had seen
That this world really was no place
For her tortured soul to rest safe
And for herself to rest in peace
She had to say goodbye and leave
Who did she really live it for
Living inside a world so full of hurt
But what did she really live it for
We don't know, but we'll always think of her
(guitar solo)
She sits in the schoolyard
Watching faces she once knew
They left her here
Some time ago
She tries to call out
They're so busy trying to
Find an excuse
Why they should know
That their life's oh-so-special that
They shouldn't have to go through crap
They really don't know anything
'bout what it's like to be stuck in this thing
So who did she really live it for
Living inside a world so full of hurt
But what did she really live it for
We don't know, but we'll always think of her
Who did she really live it for
Living inside a world so full of hurt
But what did she really live it for
We don't know, but we'll always think of her
