She sits there tracing her veins with a knife contemplating ending her life so sick of the pain that's inside she can no longer hide she is peeking out behind glazed eyes lost her idenity with those hateful lies feels like there is no hope can't find a better way to cope but to use the razor blade kiss this time she begs not to miss wishing the crimson river will flow wishing her heart to slow tell she can be painless at last and lose the thoughts of her past