There\'s a Girl crying out tonight.
Each and every day she lives in fright.
sHe wants someone to talk to about her fears,
someone to wipe away her tears.
sHe wants someone to ask her if she\'s okay,
so she can admit that she doesn\'t think she\'ll make it through another day.
sHe wants someone to just be her friend,
someone who\'ll be there until the end.
Now, it won\'t be long,
until she\'s gone.
Someone needs to help her or,
she\'ll kill herself with the razor.
sHe can\'t wait much longer,
before she begins to wander.
Into the bathroom she walks,
she checks to make sure the door locks.
sHe decides to quit.
Now she\'s going to end it.
sHe cries.
But these tears aren\'t only from her eyes.
They\'re crimson tears from her wrists,
the wrists that the razorblade recently kissed.
sHe left a note and it said,
\"I couldn\'t stay, it\'s better off this way. But I\'m sorry that you had to find me dead, in this pool of blood so red.\"
