She sits alone with her tears at night no one hears her cries, br She sits alone in darkness without a fright, br As the smell of blood stings her nose, br But she knows that no one is there to even care, br She touches her wrist and it stings from cutting, br She gives one last sob before rasing the knife stained with her blood, br She thruts it into her side and gives a quite sigh, br If only someone had heard her criesbr br Lia Stroudbr br