She's at home thinking of her live, what's gone wrong,
why doesn't she wants to survive
Is it really as bad as she thinks
or are her feelings twisted by her imagening
She's deciding to give up or try,
she holds her knife but she is to scared to slide
The expression she holds on her face
is the reflection of love lost it's faith to hate
And you cry and you sigh cause you didn't see
And you cry and you sigh cause you didn't feel
When she's all alone sad things pass her mind
and there is noone to tell her it's allright
So there she slips hating her live
and she cuts, she cuts her live
