Lonely little girl
looking at the stars tonight...
The scars are my past,
They remind me of you...
Would You Live...
Here I am
with my knife in my hand...
I cry but no on hears,
i want to die but no one cares...
I slit my wrist to erase the pain,
you look at me, and think I'm insane...
The pain I feel
I wont let it stay...