All I see are black and grays,
Says the cutter as she lays,
As I cut my arm releasing anger,
closer to the vein causing danger,
No one knows what is behind closed doors,
As she fall onto the floor,
Bleeding out,
To faint to shout,
The door is locked as she lays in pain,
This is the way she died in vain,
Suicide is not a ride,
It's just a way to hide,
The truth is what shes hiding from, The Devil's there and here she comes,
She didn't mean to kill herself,
As they stack candles and pictures onto a shelf,
The blade is what has caused this mess,
As they lay her hands onto her chest,
Closing the coffin not ready to go,
People crying cemetery mellow,
As her mother walks along,
She knows that she has done wrong
