She sits there
Tearing at her wrists...

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

I trusted you
I believed in you...

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

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

I see him coming
My breaths turn shallow...

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

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

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

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