A girl sits waiting at an open door

Waiting for her to come back

Seeing her walk threw the streets

Feeling the bond they shared

A girl sits waiting at an open door

Frightened to follow the steps she took

For that is a road, she remembers so well

As she sits there she feels the pain

Of a million stabbing knives caress her skin

The girl looks up to see a hurting face

Ask her “Why? There was so much to live for”

The girl steps up to the forgotten soul

And joins her hand in hand

She looks down to her bloody wrist

And sees the knife within her hand

The girl falls back stone cold to the touch

For death allows no living