she crys again
but the only one that's listening
is the gun thats resting below her chin
frightened again
but the only thing that keeps her calm
are the slices in her wrists , from dull razors on the ground

blood drips again
as this sparkling white sink
begins to turn red
with the drain thats clogged
from missing heart and soul
and i know its hard
trying to save missing memories
but my god you've got to save yourself.

look into her eyes
her tired lifeless eyes can't you see , shes dying alone
razor clenched in fists
just after cutting wrist
god don't let her die alone

take the razor from her hand
replace it with the beating of your heart
let her know that people care
don't let her die alone.