Lyrics
she sits in her room, with cuts on her wrists
sad but still angry, as she's clenching her fists.
she wants it to end, but the way of a gun.
but she realizes, her lifes not over, its not done.
theres still those who care, yet others who don't
theres friends that will help, family who won't
but still she goes on, strong and alive
waiting for that, one true love to arrive
shes her own critic, a hard judge to please
confessions she speaks, get lost in the breeze
shes taken so much, pain and dispair
but not past the point, that she can't repair
she needs the help, that i want to give
and most of all, i just want her to live
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