• She sits down and looks upon her life
    she only sees her suffering and her strife

    she wonders how is it that she was left here
    But a Smile shows on her face for she knows the end is near

    shes so sick of crying that she only sheds a single tear
    As that tear falls down her cheak she know no one is near

    She finds the razor and knows she only has a little time
    She cuts herself and she feels sublime

    she sees the door at the end of the path
    Knowing she will never see her mothers wrath

    The blood runs down onto the tile
    And all she can do is smile

    she'll never want to turn back she'll never makes a sound
    its all done and soon she will be found