Oh innocent girl,
So free and full of life.
What made you turn to tears,
And the blade of your knife?
Your tears, they are a poison.
They are acid on your cheek.
What turned you to this mess,
That pain is all you seek?
What happened to the laughter,
And the weekends full of fun?
That now your thoughts are filled,
With bullets and a gun.
What happened to your friends?
Have you turned against them all?
Turned to popping pills,
In your bedroom down the hall.
What brought you to disaster,
And to give yourself away?
To forget all your talents,
And make you go astray.
Did you do this to yourself?
Was this path all your choice?
Or was it another person,
Someone else's voice?
Are you really all that sad?
And too lonely to go on?
That your heart is filled with pain,
And the map is already drawn?
Is this really the end?
Is it where you should be?
Because I know how it is.
Since this girl is really me.
