A small cry escapes her sweet red lips,
As she cuts deep into her wrist...

Staring out the rain-streaked window,
Her racing thoughts begin to drift...

Her time is almost up
Her time is ticking...

The reason why god left footprints in the sand,
Was for you to follow; let him lead your way...

Mother I want you to know a secret,
Something I keep hidden deep inside...

She's strong on the surface,
But what's underneath the composure...

Reaching for above,
Shines the glowing moon up high...

She sits in her room, staring at her knife,
Trying to figure out if it's the right thing to...

Perfect crystal tears fall from your eyes;
They leave stains upon your angelic face...

Sitting on the beach, with the tide coming in,
Wondering if I should do it, and let the feelings...

She will not be forgotten,
So she'll beat me to death...

Slit, slit, slit,
All it takes is one swipe of the wrist...