She wants to feel,
she makes it bleed,
the pain is always,
something to need.

She's given up,
she knows that life,
only reflects off,
the blade of a knife.

Weak is like strong,
there's still the pain,
it doesn't leave,
like blood does rain.

Give her a chance,
show her a way,
even if there is,
no light in the day.

The moon isn't black,
her heart isn't stone,
she'll melt at the touch,
of someone who's known.

With every next slash,
it feels less real,
if you were right there,
maybe she could feel.