As she sits in her room, cutting her skin
Her mother upstairs, has no idea.
And the only way she’ll ever know,
Is if she finds her baby ******* the bathroom floor.

She’ll wonder how it happened,
How could it have slipped by her?
Then she’ll notice the missing pill bottles,
But it’s already too late.

She cries for her baby girl,
Where did she go wrong?
All the signs were there,
How did she not catch them?

But does it matter anymore?
No.
Because it’s too late,
Her baby girl is already gone.