She’s crying and she’s weeping
As the blood spills from her wrists,
Knows that she can’t go on
She can’t keep feeling like this..
She sits and she thinks about
How she’s fed up with her life,
As she makes another cut with
the blood-stained blade of her knife..
She ponders on the fact that she
Just can’t seem to go on,
And she wonders what she ever did
To make everything go so wrong..
She’s so sick and tired of the hurting
And she just can’t handle the pain,
But the saddest part of it all
The love of her life is to blame..
