My only hero is crying tonight.
As she cuts her wrists with a knife.
This perfect pose, she cannot keep.
She never wants to awake from sleep.
She no longer will care what they say.
For its the same shit day after day.
Every single cruel remark that they made.
She can forget with the help of her blade.
She tries to forget that life can get real bad.
Because her dreams of blades, are best to be had.
What else can she do, while waiting for her life to end?
What can she say, she lives a life of pretend? -
