• heart Don't forget to make it count
    Take you knife and cut it out
    Think back to how it all got started
    And then cut deeper to keep out the horror

    Watch the blood pour from your scars
    And then look around and see the bars
    Good little girl, papa's little girl
    Isolated in her own little word

    Death can be scary
    But something else can be worse
    And knowing your loved one died without a word
    Can leave you in a place, that no one deserves

    Everyone shouting, everyone screams
    All the little girl can do is drop to her knees
    She turns around and sees others smiling
    And wonders how they can seem so inviting

    With her world crumbled, her heart gunned down
    She couldn't do anything but sit down and frown
    The others stare, they don't understand
    Their worlds are still on balanced land

    This little girl, has grown through the years
    But nothings changed and the tears still appear
    She changed schools, got back some health
    But still she feels like she's living in Hell

    Each day she tries
    each day she dreams
    each day she remembers
    that hazy, old dream

    She doesn’t want to try,
    She doesn't want to dream,
    She doesn't want to remember
    She just wants to let it all be

    But each day comes, and each day ends
    And all she can do is go with this trend
    So she closes her eyes, counts to ten
    And lets the blood flow from her hands….and prays to god that it all will end.