She's only thirteen when she picks up the razor blade, Look what the scars have made, A Girl of only fifteen Lost all of her dreams, Now she picks up a joint, Forgetting the point. Nothing left to her life at sixteen, Shes nothing but unhappy and mean. At Seventeen she gets a bottle, Finishes it all in one night No one is left to hold her tight. She dries her tears Swallows down her fears. At age eighteen she wont be seen She's gone by morning, How did we miss the Warning.