Go into the bathroom and gaze
At the writing on the wall
The suicidal notes in blood
That sad girls chose to scrawl
Read those story telling notes
And tell me you don't cry
At girls being raped by dads
And wishing they could die
Did you cry when you read
That her best freind called her fat
And told her to fall off a cliff?
How could you not cry at that
What about when you saw
Crimson stained razer blades
Resting peacefully on the ledge
Do you realize that blood carries aids?
How many girls do you think
Wrote their last breaths
On that wall before they died
What's left of their deaths
How can you smile after knowing this?
That girls are slowly crumbling
That they can't see too far ahead
And on the path they're stumbling
Now you've seen the crimson writing
That broken souls wrote in blood
So sad these girls that tried and failed
And were drowned withen the flood.