Another day and I'm on my own.
No one except me at home...

Razor-blade kisses,
And strawberry gashes...

Gun, gun held to my head,
Weighing me down, as heavy as lead...

I stand on top of a building,
Eleven stories high...

I shall empty my veins and bleed away,
All the evil in my blood...

In my room when its late at night
And I cannot dream or sleep...

A sad little girl with scarred up wrists,
Her beautiful face broken by daddy's fists...

I'm the girl you laughed at each day,
The girl you told to go away...

The day I dyed my eyelashes,
Change my life for good...

Everyday she wakes up, looks in the mirror,
And spends half and hour painting on her happy...

Put the razor against my arm,
Drag the blade right in...

The cuts get deeper everyday,
Expressing words my mouth cant say...