She Hides Her Pain With Jackets And Lies
Simple Coverups And Alibis.
No Pain, No Suffering, She Sits In Silence,
The World Surrounding Her With Vein And Violence.
Knife in her hand, she's ready to go.
A look at her wrist, and she is as pale as snow.
Thoughts racing through her mind, black and white.
All the love was just a lie.
End it now, before its too late.
But is she ready to go through that gate?
A look at her wrist and she is as pale as snow.
A second thought through her head,
She's not ready to go....