she sits there stuck inside her mind
woundering how or why
she was not cought in time
its like a nursery ryme
repeat and fall asleep eatch time
listing to the thumping deep down inside
maybe that the reso she dies
the cuts on her wrist could never lie
she just wasnt meant to survive this life
you left her there to cry that night
guess thats why you have to say goodbye
go ahead shut your eyes
ad cut me a sad ryme
