A broken mirror.
A distorted face...

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

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

Feel this.
Need this...

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

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

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

Just a joke
Just a lie...

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

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

Drip...
Echoing in my ear...

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