Don't do it, I tell you!
Too bad.
It's too late.
You're a liar.
I call it.
It's never too late.
It's never too late?
When the drugs reach your lungs?
When the smoke returns for
Its midnight kiss?
You can change,
Time can heal.
I promise and swear to you:
It's never too late.
After the blood drips onto the carpet,
Or the blade pierces your skin,
The crime is done and passed.
There's no taking that back.
True, that is so very true.
But anger and sorrow
Are temporary feelings.
Such things can be washed away
Even though the scars and stains
May only fade.
May fade?!
Oh, I wish they would fade!
Whether they remain or disappear,
There is no "fading" in my mind!
Oh, no, no, no! I'll tell YOU!
These scars, these stains
Stand bright and true
As dreadful reminders of what
My pain pushes me to!
Take a break or a walk.
If you want, sit right down,
Lower that voice and, here, we'll talk.
You don't have to tell me
Exactly what's wrong,
Or anything at all.
I just care about you and--
You care?!
I'm sure you "care,"
Just like the rest of the world "cares"!
You don't give a DAMN about
What happens or becomes of a girl like me!
It's your job, that's all.
I've talked to people like you
Since I was a little girl.
You know what that says?
Huh? It says something's WRONG with me.
I'm sick and tired of hearing
All the things that are wrong with me...