This girl...

Theres this girl that I knew
She cried herself to sleep
I knew that she cut herself
The scars were really deep

She faked a smile day by day
But expressed herself at night
Will she tell you all this?
Maybe, she just might

Theres still one thing she wants to know
That is, if she died
Would you be at her funeral?
Would you admit that you cried?

You were her favourite person
But you didnt seem to care
Now that shes dying
Youre just noticing that shes there

You didnt reach her fast enough
Now shes dealing with her heart
Can you save her from herself?
Or will you just tear her apart?

You said that you were friends
But her heart remained sore
She didnt want just that
She wanted more.

The saddest part is yet to come
How can I let you see?
The saddest part is that
This girl used to be me!