She hears the front door open,
and she looks down at her wrist.
She knows that he is down there,
and her insides start to twist.
She hears his voice below her,
and her body started to shake.
She recalls all that he's said to her,
and her heart begins to ache.
She wipes away her tears -
so he does not know that she cries.
'Cause on the outside she is stronger,
but on the inside, she just dies.

And when her mum calls dinner,
she just fumbles down the stairs.
She knows that she's alone inside,
and she knows that noone cares.
He makes her say hello to him,
by his strong, abusive tone.
He scares her like he did back then,
and she tries hard not to groan.
Her tears aren't a problem,
and they don't come as a shock.
For everyone is used to it,
and they all begin to mock.
She wants to leave the table,
but he won't let her go.
She wants to slit her wrists again -
she is sure that they won't know.
She's reminded of the horrors,
that he brought into her life.
And she can't believe her mother,
has stuck by him as a wife.

So when she's finally finished,
and she races to her room,
she wants to leave this sadness,
and she wants to meet her tomb.
She's glad her best friend's here now,
'cause she cannot live without.
He's always there beside her,
if she ever has a doubt.
So she takes the lid right off him,
and she drinks her poor friend up.
She drinks him from the bottle,
and doesn't bother with a cup.
And by the time it's finished,
and her best friend is all gone,
she's left there feeling dizzy,
and again she starts to mourn.
The tears fall down off her,
and she tries hard not to scream.
She wants it to be over,
like a silly little dream.

But this is real forever more -
as long as she will live.
She's done the best that she can do,
and she has no more to give.
She really cannot see the point,
of her being here alive.
Her friend's all have it easy,
while she's left alone to strive.
It's not as though she talks to them -
she just sits there by herself.
And it wouldn't make a difference,
if she was put upon a shelf.

For all they knew about her,
she could be fully dead inside.
But they would never really care,
unless the poor girl died.
She tries to open up their eyes,
and tells them they won't care.
But they act as though she never spoke,
and like she fucking wouldn't dare.

So she's left alone to cry at night,
and suffer by herself.
As long as she is living,
they don't care about her health.
She oftern fucking wonders why,
she stays here for all them.
because they never notice -
unless she grabs a pen.
And when they see her poems,
they just try hard not to laugh.
They think the writing's stupid,
like a silly other half.

This young girl's all alone again,
'cause her family aren't crash hot.
Her friends just want her better,
but do not care for what she's got.
How fucking selfish can they get,
to make her strive to live?
They do not care what she goes through -
as long as she will give.

As long as they are happy,
then that's all they care about.
They do not hear a thing she says -
even if she tried to shout.
So every night, to let them smile,
she does nothing but just cry.
When all she ever wants in life -
is to drop down and just die.