Past;

When this girl cries,
She doesn't pour her heart out to a diary,
She opens her wrists and bleeds the night away,
Never thinking of what were to happen,
If she were to cut too deep,

Present;

Things have changed a bit,
She's trying to stay clean now,
Staying away from the blade,
As well as the *** she craves,
But she thinks it will all stay the same,
As if she can't quit her pessimistic nature,

Future;

Well to be honest I don't know where she's headed,
That chapter in the book has not yet been written,
But when it finally is written,
I'm hoping its gonna work out on her end.