She sat on the bathroom floor.
Holding the bottle in her hand.
Writing with the other. Saying her goodbyes through her blood and tears.
The razor blade lying next to her. It just hadn't been enough.
She just wanted to go. For the pain to end.
Who would miss her?
Who would care?
Just another bleeding girl.
In this cold world.
She forgot about the friends.
That want her to stay. That she will leave behind.
Thinking "if only we had called or told her we loved her just one extra time."
She forgot about the boyfriend.
Who had to struggle through without his light.
Without his personal miracle.
She remembered the boy.
She didn't know his name.
But he wanted to tell her that she was worthless because of her scars.
He killed her. He's the murderer. He thinks it all one big joke.
Cause yeah who cares she's just another bleeding girl.
