She held the knife onto her chest.
There wasn't much time till she had to leave,
If she reaches there too late, pain is what she'll recieve.
A moment ago she was laughing with joy,
But look at her now, her face has been destroyed.
She had all the symptoms of a girl with a broken heart,

She held the knife closer to her chest.

Life or death, whatever she seeks.
Tears still continue to fall on her supple cheeks.
Death is what she chooses as she has no choice.
No one can see her; no one hears her voice.
She has to leave the world before it comes.
If she doesn't a monster is what she'll become.