Things are changing
Changing so fast...

Behind my eyes,
a young girl cries...

Drop the knife, young girl,
you don't deserve to die...

So slide that cold razor down your wrist,
just another soul off my list...

Stay strong young soldier,
daddy will be home soon...

I'm always sitting alone here,
I'm always in the dark...

Tears form behind her dark brown eyes,
Sweet angels begin to cry...

The darkness grabs hold of me
The fear returns...

A girl sits and cries,
The tears stream down her eyes...