Her Life, a waste

She thought about the knife
She thought about her wrist
She thought about her life

She felt like she was in hell
From the memories she had
Now she wanted to escape to a better land

Then she lay there
Frozen and pale
And blood everywhere

Her funeral was empty
As her spirit rose
Her life was no more

She wanted to be loved
Now its too late
To the side she\'s been shoved

As her memories faded away
She had found the light
Now her life is no more delayed