• Waking up and looking in the mirror, who's the girl on the other side,
    Why does she stare at her so, like a reflection with out a soul,
    Having people stare at her and call her names that carve pain into her heart,
    How every night she cry's tears of blood,
    One more day is one too more,
    How she stands it no one knows
    A day to early a boy go's up
    He says to her to rot in hell
    Slowly, oh so slowly she walks to the girls room
    Takes out her razer and goes to her happy place
    Before she dies she leaves a message
    "Goodbye is only the beginning of my hi"
    A day one more is a day too late, that was how she lived
    A day to late to be saved from her last word goodbye.