• ...A locked door,
    A rusty razor,
    A towel stained with red,
    A folded note on the floor,
    A young girl lays there dead,
    She tried to get through her life,
    The best way she could,
    The only way she could,
    To save her friends,
    She killed herself,
    But i wont turn out like that,
    Now that i see what i might become,
    Im gonna turn around,
    Im gonna do this right,
    Tonight,
    Here....I....Come,