always

She goes day to trying to live her life
always trying so hard not to turn to her knife
Looking for love in all the wrong places
looking for kindness in harsh faces

So much goes on and she has no one to turn to
no one wants to help as her face turns blue
No one cares no one is ever there when she needs them most
So grab a glass we are about to make a toast

How can she strive without any support in her life?
She tries so hard no to turn to her loving knife
Always there laying on her night stand
Always offering to give her a cut above her hand

No one knows and no one sees how much she hurting
No one sees the tears that are falling
No one knows how much she hides away
Or how much she wishes someone would stay

Someone to ask what's wrong and listen to what she has to say
but no she's been traveling alone too long, she always runs away
No one stays so what's the point?
So she fights not to cut along her veins to her joints