But nobody knows

She stands in her room, with a knife in her hand
Listen too sad music, from her favorite band
She got scars on her wrist from the other day
She folds her hands and starts to pray
After she had prayed, she cries a tear
She’s surrounded by sorrow, sadness and fear

She feels the knife to her skin, sharp and cold
She wonders for her self if she’ll ever grow old
But she don’t care, and pull back her knife
In the same second she can see her own life
It is blood all over her hand, and the floor
At the same time, outside it rains no more