| She’s only 17, her whole life’s ahead of her
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| She hates school because the people there discredit her
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| Her boyfriend tries to show her that’s not how it seems
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| But every day she just gets lowered with her self-esteem
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| He lets her know that every night will have a brighter day
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| She even tried to overdose and take her life away
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| She’s feeling hopeless there just sitting down beside her bed
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| And then he takes his hand and places it beside her head
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| He tries to hold her, but with every touch she still resists
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| And then he sees the scars that bury deep within her wrists
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| She’s feeling numb, he starts to beg and plead and ask her why
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| She says this way she has control of pain she feels inside
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| He’s asking her, «How long it’s going since you’ve felt this way?
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| Because you’ve got me here just feeling so damn helpless»
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| She says, «It's been a while; |
| I guess I needed better luck
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| And then he screams at her and tells her, «Baby, never cut!»
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| Nobody seems to get you, you feel you’re on your own
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| But listen, pretty lady, you don’t have to be alone
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| So baby, don’t cut, baby, don’t cut
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| You can do anything, just promise, baby, you won’t cut
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| I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end
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| You may just feel that blade you’re holding is your only friend
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| But baby, don’t cut, baby, don’t cut
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| You can do anything, just promise, baby, you won’t cut
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| The next day at school she’s feeling better than the day before
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| Even cracked a couple smiles as she walked the corridor
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| But all that seemed to end, she dropped her books as she went into class
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| And every student in the room just seemed to point and laugh
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| She couldn’t take it anymore, she sent her boy a text
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| She said, «I love you with my body, heart and soul to death»
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| He thought nothing, typed «I love you»; |
| then he sent it
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| By death he didn’t know that she had literally just meant it
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| She ducked the next class, ran home into her bathroom
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| Thought to herself she wouldn’t break her promise that soon
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| One cut… two cuts… three cuts… four
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| The blood just started dripping from the tub to the floor
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| Her boyfriend had a feeling in his stomach that he hated
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| He followed it and ran down to her house, he never waited
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| The front door was open, he heard the water running
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| He stormed into the bathroom, and his heart just started gunning
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| Nobody seems to get you, you feel you’re on your own
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| But listen, pretty lady, you don’t have to be alone
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| So baby, don’t cut, baby, don’t cut
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| You can do anything, just promise, baby, you won’t cut
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| I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end
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| You may just feel that blade you’re holding is your only friend
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| But baby, don’t cut, baby, don’t cut
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| You can do anything, just promise, baby, you won’t cut
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| He puts her arm around his shoulder, he’s trying to lean her back up
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| Yelling out her name as he lays her beside the bathtub
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| He feels his whole world just took a hit from a big avalanche
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| Screaming out so heavily, «Somebody call an ambulance!»
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| Felling mad angry, like somebody’s led her on to this
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| Her eyeballs are rolling, drifting out of consciousness
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| Thinking to himself «Why the hell didn’t she stop at will?»
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| The tears just keep on rolling as they head to the hospital
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| Paramedics rush her in, doctor calls emergency
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| She’s lost a lot of blood, the place looks like a murder scene
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| An hour later, the doc walks in with a sour face
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| And says, «Excuse me for the words that I’m about to say
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| I’m sorry for your loss,» the boy just starts collapsing
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| His own world, his own girl just took a crashing
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| Saying to himself that it’s his fault and that he let it up
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| Baby, I thought you promised you would never cut…
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| Nobody seems to get you, you feel you’re on your own
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| But listen, pretty lady, you don’t have to be alone
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| So baby, don’t cut, baby, don’t cut
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| You can do anything, just promise, baby, you won’t cut
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| I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end
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| You may just feel that blade you’re holding is your only friend
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| But baby, don’t cut, baby, don’t cut
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| You can do anything, just promise, baby, you won’t cut |