It can't be that girl who cries herself to sleep br It can't be that girl who is slowly dying br It can't be that girl with that smile br The one you hear day after day laugh br But really she just fakes another smile br That girl is lost br She has lost her soul and has no place to go br Can't find her way home br Broken and alone br She was left out in the cold br Nobody wants to find her br They just want to let her go br She has no home br She wonders the street at night br All on her own br She is trying to find a home br She is lost and confused br She turns to God but she can't find him br So she keeps looking br Lets time pass her by br The world moves so fast and she just stands still br She has no place to run br No way to get rid of her pain br Her last hope is a razor blade br So she cuts br Cuts her wrist br Blood starts to flow br She feels relieved br Set free br But then the blood............ STOPS br And all the pain comes back br She is right back were she started br She is still lost in this place br She has no where to go br She still has no home br Now what can she do? br She has let the razor blade take control br Every thought br Every dream br A river of crimson is all she sees br She sits on the floor every night br And just cries br She has the razor blade in her hand br Ready to cut br Ready for the blood br Ready.....