I'm the little bad girl who wanted to die,
who couldn't even stop one tear in her eye.
I'm the little bad girl with scars on her wrists,
a broken little story, yet one with a twist.
For her home was not broken, education was good,
but somehow her mind got lost in a wood.
Beautifully tragic romance had seemed,
now it's wilted all you hear are the screams.
A denial, a lover, a friend who turned her back,
Now this world turns to black.
Stained red is the skin,
pouring out guilt from within.
Now I am this little girl who is so bad,
trying to get back the life I once had.