sitting there day by day she crys herself to sleep
she keeps gaining all this pain, suffering in defeat
she looks at me noticing i honestly love her
but everyone else looks down on her with out getting to know her
she has no clue what to do where to go where to hide
all she knows is someday somehow she might end her life
and for that reason she hides the blade,
the one she has inside,
not one that cuts ,
not one that shaves,
but the blade she has is the love she has for me deep down inside
now her mascaras running she doesnt know what to do
all she can think of is am i happy with you
she reaches for the blade and is anticipating her suicide but with knowing the love i have for her will keep her alive