If you could see your little girl now,
You wouldn't recognize her at all.
Down her cheek at any moment,
You're guaranteed to see a tear fall.
Taking with it the dark make-up,
Painted on her eyes to hide her pain.
Scars criss-cross her bleeding wrists,
For all the fears she couldn't explain.
She's lost inside her broken world,
Without a single person to understand.
A chance for a hand out of here,
Runs away from her bleeding hands.
Your little girl is crawling down now,
Too weak to stand on her own feet.
You wouldn't recognize this dying girl,
Admitting and giving in to her own defeat.
