She lies at home, all alone on her bed br She was gonna go out, but she stayed in instead br She lies alone, thinking, killing herself br With no care for nobody or anything else br She cries alone in the dark on a bed made of glass br She cries tears stained with blood, the blood from the gash br Not a wound you can see, but a cut deep within br Blood flows through without need for arteries and br Normal means to help the body throughout br Pain, endurance, nothing, as she chokes on her doubt br Coughing up blood, blood in her lungs br Blood’s all she sees now, pain’s everything ‘cause br They gave her these scars, they cut with the knife br Of their hate and their greed, and despite all her strife br She couldn’t defeat them, couldn’t have her win br She lost all her pride and her confidence and br Her love, oh her love, how she used to care br About everyone, everything, and now she just stares br At the wall, she looks so intently but br All she sees is a word, written in blood, “slut” br It’s bound to sink in when it’s all she hears br She’d assume kill herself than deal with these fears br If anyone had taken the time just to know br She only wanted to be loved, wanted someone to hold br Her away from the pain, and away from the rest br Of the world, what a life that she gave up next br And so that was the end, the end of the shame br Because nobody cared and nobody came br To comfort her in her darkest days br I wish that I had, maybe she would’ve stayed br She lies at home, all alone on her bed br She was gonna go out, but she stayed in insteadbr br Christopher's Deadbr br