She could stay up every night,
and picture him in the stars,
and as she lays here hopelessly,
she wonders if he's far.
They say the Earth is tiny,
they all say 'what a small world',
but they'd think different if they knew,
the story of the boy and the girl.
He was your average guy,
his hormones ran wild,
his brown hair and blue eyes,
reminded her of a child.
She was not so normal,
she didn't squeal at all,
she cried herself to sleep at night,
afraid that she might fall.
He found her on the staircase,
a bloody knife in her hands,
he said 'what have you done?'
she cried 'nobody understands'.
He sat and held her close,
this stranger who just cried,
he thought that her tears were grief,
that someone she loved must've died.
Soon she'd fallen asleep there,
the knife tight in her grasp,
and when he tried to move he saw it,
the writing made him gasp.
She'd been writing with the knife,
writing on her arm,
surely a word as harmless as this,
couldn't really do any harm.
But the fact that it was bleeding,
he shuddered through his glove,
he glanced again and saw it,
the dripping red letters of 'Love'.
He spent the next year by her side,
caring for her when she cut too deep,
but it hurt him so much,
it always made him weep.
He couldn't give up on her,
he truly valued her life,
so one day he said he loved her,
and she finally put down her knife.
She finally put down her knife.