Little Writer Girl.
you're just a lonely little writer girl,
with everything to say,
and no one to talk to,
to be there each day.
she spends her time alone,
crying and cutting,
writing and singing along,
to desperate rock songs,
of failures and pain.
you're down to nothing to lose,
and everything to gain.
just take a chance, little writer girl, jump and fall.
happiness is on the line-
will you answer the call?
now hush, little writer girl,
stop the tears.
don't think of suicide,
you're far too smart.
don't shy away from those friends,
they'll need a piece of your kind and fair heart.
you've got the heart of a writer,
you've got the heart of a fighter,
that's why you're still here.
your writing takes the place,
of something more than cutting.
that permanently takes the pain.
you've thought about it many times,
even started to do it once,
but you're too smart.
there's too much still in your heart.
you don't know what it is,
but you've fallen for him,
your only sort-of friend.
you met him online,
you chat every night.
you realize that you love him,
just after you become friends,
with his girlfriend.
now you've got two good friends,
though you know you don't mean much to them.
now hush, little writer girl,
stop the tears.
don't think of suicide,
you're far too smart.
don't shy away from your friends,
they'll need a peice of your kind and fair heart.
writer girl, you may ot know it,
but you've got a lot to give.
what a sad little writer girl,
with a sad little life,
just a poor little writer girl,
with your eraser and knife.
that happy mask that you put on,
must be put away.
you showed your two friends your true self,
all that you usually hide,
and they really like you.
show that to others,
and what you will find,
is that you will be sincerely liked.
now hush, little writer girl,
stop the tears.
don't think of suicide,
you're far too smart.
don't shy away from your friends,
they'll need a peice of your kind and fair heart.
fine, little writer girl,
don't listen to me.
i just hope that when you're in hell,
you'll find some way to see,
what life on earth will be like,
after you commit suicide.
you're destined for greatmess!
with everything to say,
and no one to talk to,
to be there each day.
she spends her time alone,
crying and cutting,
writing and singing along,
to desperate rock songs,
of failures and pain.
you're down to nothing to lose,
and everything to gain.
just take a chance, little writer girl, jump and fall.
happiness is on the line-
will you answer the call?
now hush, little writer girl,
stop the tears.
don't think of suicide,
you're far too smart.
don't shy away from those friends,
they'll need a piece of your kind and fair heart.
you've got the heart of a writer,
you've got the heart of a fighter,
that's why you're still here.
your writing takes the place,
of something more than cutting.
that permanently takes the pain.
you've thought about it many times,
even started to do it once,
but you're too smart.
there's too much still in your heart.
you don't know what it is,
but you've fallen for him,
your only sort-of friend.
you met him online,
you chat every night.
you realize that you love him,
just after you become friends,
with his girlfriend.
now you've got two good friends,
though you know you don't mean much to them.
now hush, little writer girl,
stop the tears.
don't think of suicide,
you're far too smart.
don't shy away from your friends,
they'll need a peice of your kind and fair heart.
writer girl, you may ot know it,
but you've got a lot to give.
what a sad little writer girl,
with a sad little life,
just a poor little writer girl,
with your eraser and knife.
that happy mask that you put on,
must be put away.
you showed your two friends your true self,
all that you usually hide,
and they really like you.
show that to others,
and what you will find,
is that you will be sincerely liked.
now hush, little writer girl,
stop the tears.
don't think of suicide,
you're far too smart.
don't shy away from your friends,
they'll need a peice of your kind and fair heart.
fine, little writer girl,
don't listen to me.
i just hope that when you're in hell,
you'll find some way to see,
what life on earth will be like,
after you commit suicide.
you're destined for greatmess!