"Dead girl walking,
Alone in the dark,
She can't look in the mirror,
The fear of what she'll find.

She takes a rusty razor,
Her only and best friend,
The only thing that helps her,
When she's afraid of herself.

And drops of blood replaces,
The tears from her eyes.
Now the voices are screaming,
That the next goal is to die.
She cry and cry and cry,
She ask herself "Why?"

Dead girl walking,
Back to her bed,
And if you didn't knew she was breathing,
You would see she's already dead."