She sits there
Tearing at her wrists...

I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...

She fakes a smile everyday
Hoping that her pain will go away...

We can't be forsaken
Many lives we have taken through the centuries...

I've sat back and pretended
I've sat back and claimed to be happy...

I try to cover up my eyes
So you won't see the tears coming from me...

I awoke to my mother's scream
Not knowing what to say...

Sitting on her grave
She cries herself to sleep...

I trusted you
I believed in you...

Who are you little girl at the end of my bed post?
Who are you little girl, with the knife through...

The tears are falling from me
Everlasting this pain is tearing my heart...

I see him coming
My breaths turn shallow...