Listening To The Voices In Her Head
Memorising All The Things They Said
All The Arguments And Fights
Crimson Drops On The Tip Of Her Knife

Living In A World Where No One Cares
Lonely In Her World Too Hard To Bare
Carving Hate Into Her Skin
To Relieve The Pain She Feels Within

All The Power Placed Within The Knife
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life
When She Has No Reason To Survive
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life

Driven By The Need She Feels Inside
Covering The Scars She Wants To Hide
Her Addiction To Self Harm
Retracing Healing Wounds On Her Arm

Gently Playing With The Silver Blade
Carving Till The Pain Begins To Fade
How Can She Settle For Less
Smiling When The Sharp Blade Meets The Flesh

All The Power Placed Within The Knife
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life
When She Has No Reason To Survive
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life