Words hurt.
Feelings change.
You and I wont be the same.
Days end, memories fade but ill always have that razor blade.
One cut two cut three cut four
Watch the blood drip on the floor.
This story is about a girl and her knife
Say mean things and she'll end her life
Days get darker
Hearts get colder
Memories get older
She wants him to hold her
Todays the day, its finally here
Its almost been another year,
Friends and family come to grieve
But they didnt see them underneath her sleeve
All those times she reached out for help
Wasnt even close to a yelp
Another day another time
She commeted that awful crime
All alone she used to be,
The living young; with wild and free
The influences and the pressure, caused her to burst
And it wasnt for better only worse
That silly boy calls her name
Remembers her cries; remebers her pain
All because he walked out of her life
She was sad and took the knife
And I tell you this story today
To keep your loved ones and never think to betray
For one day this could be you
And someone would find you cold and blue
No heart beat no breath
-Beause this would be your death.