I've been in this place before
 Sitting here crying these tears that do nothing but flow
 Nowhere to turn--but this,
This has been my relief
I eventually learn to quit the bad habit
And keep myself from going insane, but sometimes, 
it's hard when difficulties keep coming your way.
 SLASH! Went the blade across my wrist
And let out the Lost Little Girl              
Her blood left trickling.
Innocence gone. 
Face as pale as milk.
She wants to be loved, but there are no arms to embrace in.
She wants be wanted, but no one desires her--
The tortured soul that roams the earth
The one that died the day of her birth
Here she is the Lost Little Girl
Who is broken, but more or less shattered
                      By herself
                      By others
         By you, if you can remember