If he ever saved her she may become human,
she wouldn't sit alone in her room with her music booming.
she's clean the blood from off her wrists,
the razor blades would be gone and they wouldn't be missed.
the hair that covered her face would be pushed to the side,
she's smile a big smile, she'd have nothing to hide.
the black nail polish would be scraped away,
it'd be changed to pink like a beautiful day.
she's have more friends and she'd go out at night,
she'd go out to have fun and she wouldn't pick a fight.
she'd love this boy for saving her, and maybe it'd be true that he was the cure.
