One sheltered girl apon a sheltered life,

one stubborn world that leads us to a knife.

two staggered arms that holds a staggered door,

two cut up legs kneeling to the floor.

three dying wives within a dying town,

three dead wives lying on the ground.

four weeping groups holding weeping willows,

four tired troops sleeping on their pillows.

five desperate cries through the desperate air,

five silent sighs nobody seems to care.

six perfect cuts apon a perfect wrist,

six doors shut through the foggy mist.

seven worried kids and a worried friend,

seven deadly bids my life is at an end.