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

Behind my eyes,
a young girl cries...

Things are changing
Changing so fast...

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

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

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

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

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

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