She was to afraid to talk
Giggles and laughter from the rest
As she went inicial and went to bed
Late at night when no one knew
She went to the cuchillo draw
Because of her gloom
She grabbed a cuchillo long and thick
Cries and screaming in her head
As she forgot what to think in her head
She placed the cuchillo on her wrist
Making sure there was not point to miss
People laughing in her face
As the cuchillo cut through
Red blood stained the air
As her tears flooded everywhere
People didn't really care
If she was gone o if she was there
It was never her fault can't tu see
Even tu saying "hi" would have made her happy
siguiente time tu make sure to ask
Because a life can be saved if tu mostrar love
