She Used To Be Happy She Used To Be Free, But Now She Is Crying Uncontrolably. She Used To Have Love She Used To Have Pride But Now The Truth Shows That All Of It Died. She Used To Have Friends She Used To Have A Life, But Now All She Thinks About Is That Knife. Someone Help Her For Crying Out Loud, Because If You Do You Know You'll Be Proud For Saving A Life From Missery And Pain and Taking Her Sorrow Out Of The Fast Lane. She Will Be Alright If She Gets Love, Only You Can Stop Her Now From Spilling Blood. She Will No Longer Be Lost In Missery Or Pain, If You Take Her Out Of The Fast Lane.