Little girl, you don't have to cry any more,
You don't have to waste any more tears...

Nothing can replace the many hours I've spent...
Nothing can replace the home I was forced to grow...

A love note... is just a suicide letter,
the sweetest kisses... are from my razor blade...

Silver, sharp, glistening red,
That single blade lies on my bed...

My daddy was never my first true love.
People say a girl's first true love is her daddy...

A fight about to begin,
an on going tug of war between a heart...

A fight about to begin,
an on going tug of war between a heart...

This knife I have and hold,
My heart grows weak and cold...

On the outside she' s whole,
you could never see...

If only you knew how many tears i shed for you...
i slowly die...

Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies...

Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies...