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She's lying on the bed again,
About to self-inflict some pain.
She takes apart the razor
And starts the bloody rain.

She feels disturbed, but she laughs
As the red rain trickles down
It maybe hurts a tiny bit
But that doesn't matter now.
 

She starts to slice "the wrong way"
And deeper each cut grows.
Over and over and over again
Will she stop? Nobody knows!
 

She takes a shallow breath in
As she makes a cut too deep.
The world around her fades away;
She drifts into eternal sleep.

Brandon walks into the room
And immediately starts to cry,
For his Seanna's cold and gone
And she never said goodbye.