There's something underneath and it's getting her fed-up.
She's gorgeous;;yet so naive.
So the world takes advantage of her heart on her sleeve.
They say that she's crazy, but they just don't know..
Of all of the darkness surrounding her soul.
She's just sixteen, trapped in a bad dream.
She turns up her music to drown out the screams.
With tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks,
The body is willing, but the mind is too weak.
She knows what's to come,
Now she's gritting her teeth.
She's killing herself but she needs the release.
With no one to help--a self reservation,
She picks up the razor with no hesitation.
Press on 'til the break of dawn.
Stay strong; Carry on, carry on, carry on.
[[Oh God, here she goes again.
Oh God, here she goes again.
Oh God, here she goes again.
Oh God, here she goes again.]]
Her razor blade seems like her only friend,
The only thing that can release the pain within.
And each scar tells of some sad story..
Of pain, self-destruction, and falling from glory.
The liquor and drugs only take her so far;
She longs for the sting of the cut down her arm.
Her self-medication is self-mutilation.
Her heart is racing from anticipation.
The room starts to spin as the blood rushes down.
Her hope falls along side of her to the ground.
All it takes is one person to lead her from here,
So who will speak up so the truth is revealed?
Press on 'til the break of dawn.
Stay strong; Carry on, carry on, carry on..........
