Memorie Of A Massacre.

Her heartbeat goes fast,
as she walks on the stairs,
to find a massacre,
she wasn't ready for that.

Memories became so painful,
tears fall whenever she opens her eyes,
she spends so many days and nights,
thinking of they who died.

Inside she died, just like them,
can't take a step, can't take a breath,
she just screams for help,
but everybody's busy with theirselfs.

Where's everybody with their words,
and their hugs and their love,
the world became just too rough,
so she got mad and started to cut.

No one asked,
but still they saw,
every tear fall,
and the scars on her arms.

And where were we when she cried,
drowned her self in her tears,
the day she died,
we were just here,
watching her not survive,
her lonely and cold nights,
we were just here,
being selfish.