Just a joke
Just a lie...

This shouldn't be happening
It can't be me...

She opened the drawer
And picked up the silver blade...

Smiling all the time,
just trying to hide...

I feel the blade touch my skin
who knows where its been...

Burning pain in my arms
Stops the burning tears...

Feel this.
Need this...

Drip...
Echoing in my ear...

They call her for dinner
She makes up a reason...

A broken mirror.
A distorted face...

They call you a b**** but it doesn't faze you
Because your numb inside...

CUTTER:
Her eyes have seen a lot of things...