3Fifteen years
And a fistful of tears
Make a sad little girl
In her own little world.
She prays, not to God,
But to her mind
For pain to find her
In her everyday life
Save her using the knife.
And she can't think of a reason to die
But each season her brain
Commits treason by saying
"Kill me"
And her blood screams
"Spill me"
And hands yell
"Fear me"
And her ears can't hear me as
I say to calm down
She breaks down
In her small town
Where she's all alone;
Family's at home but they're not really there.
She's scared for herself
Scared for her health.
She swallows, feeling hollow
When the mental gallows come
And her mind thinks it's won
And she's sick of this
And her hands slit her wrists
And her eyes turn cold
But its all for the best
Cause deep down inside her
Nothing's left.