It was 48 days before her 16th birthday
i did the math, counted back
tried to put myself in her place

looked at the tracks,
and saw how much that young girl was hurting
i realized no matter how much pain

id never be worthy
girl,
take a bow

do a curtsy,
for the vow
that your exerting

don't get shook
i aint sayin
that life she took

wasn't worth it
and i aint saying
suicides right

but suicide
should never have applied,
cause i deny to try

an believe
that she
was deceased

by a decrease
of her beliefs
she was killed by a fiend

makes me wana scream
put him in chains
until they beat the demons in him.

lord help please
can't you hear this world is dreaming
everybody pleading for that hand to hold


its hard to make it alone
families breaking in homes

girls shaking they domes
but it won't take long
that man will get it

grow an obsession with it
its a sickness
this can't be given

its risen
inside a prison of thoughts
where these $$#holes get lost

and the ones who pay the cost
are just caught
in the wrong place,

at the wrong time
so she hides behind the blindes
cryin,

dying,
just trying to reach out
but she falls down

with nobody around
as she bleeds out






feels the world start to pound
she looks,
toward the faces in the crowd

as she lies there on the ground

and i cry for you

and id die for you
i see life in you
an it pulls me threw

(x2)

you embrace this

like
if i erased these words
you would stay rehearsed

an create a verse
strong enough to make me burst
so why would i curse
when i can easily just shape these words
to this little girl

trying to repay to her
for a world
that neva tried to savor her
and that never leaves
it just stays with her

so i pray that this remains with earth
and i know that i can engrave this first
and i hope that she can pave the dirt
that they've saved inside that hearse
this is for the girls that cry but never hurt

an they won't say words
cause there so concerned of what could turn
or who will learn
about that first big mistake, that they've made
well I'm here to say

that its okay baby

and i cry for you
and id die for you
i see life in you
an it pulls me threw

ya it pulls me threw
(x2)


nobody noticed til its all wrong
or some kid comes along
decides to put it in a song

see for her it was too late
her ticking time bomb
that laid in her suitcase
as she moves to a new place
tracing back to her mistakes
under two faced
influences,

screwing with
a young child,
who poured out her soul
and nobody saw
til it was too cold
or too old of a problem
so they put that %#@! in there boxes

and never give it oxygen

said i cry for you
an id die for you
i see life in you
and it pulls me through
ya it pulls me through


see i wish, that i could take the pain
inject it in my veins
cause its driving me insane
that these men are so deranged
so we put em in a cage
preach to them on hate

but nothing really changed
they just treat it all the same
world look what we've became
world look what we've became.