A Girl

That sad girl, doesn't she laugh,doesn't she smile?
The sad girl,what is her crime, what has she done?
The sad girl, why does she cry? Why do tears fall from the socket of her eyes?

The sad girl again, if she could only release the demon inside her soul
The sad girl, her wrists slashed,
As if the pain could free her spirits
As if the blood could clean her soul
As if her wounds will heal and never show
Ohh, the sad girl, there she is,
hanging down from above