Your Little Girl

You think everything is fine
You look at your daughter
You see nothing wrong,
The things you think,
Aren't at all right.
The wrongs she's made,
The rights that never came.
I see it all, everything.
The sliced wrists
After a night of drinking.
The giant crash
After the deep inhaling.
Your little girl
Is crying for help,
Your little girl
Is dying of hurt.
She's been through so much,
She's tried so hard
To pick up the pieces,
But she's giving up now.
What she does
Can kill her any moment.
She could drink to much,
Over Dose on any drug,
Cut to deep into her veins.
I try to help her
Try to fix her.
The only one
Who can help her now
Is the one woman
She thinks that can't.