Little Sara you're a diamond in the rough

And I know that you don't hear this all enough

And I'm sure that's why your wrists have tons of cuts

And I'm sure that's why you think you're not enough

On your nineteen birthday you thought that you were done

Tons of people in your home but it only felt like one

'Cause your brain can only think about the waiting loaded gun

But your friends are all still here

So you pretend you're having fun

All your friends they wanna drink 'cause it's your birthday

But you've been drinking straight probably since last Thursday

Drinking is the only thing that makes you feel just okay

It keeps the trigger finger off the trigger and at bay

Your mind can only think about the things it shouldn't

Your brain is filled with thoughts of wishing that ya didn't

Little Sarah perk your ears up try to listen

But she can't hear a sound because she's locked in a prison

She can barely see the pavement

She can barely read the signs

People think she's complicated

But never wanna look inside

'Cause she's a little too R rated

And they're a little too d**n blind

She's just looking for her angels

But they're a little hard to find

Little Sara you've been skipping out on class

And any minute now your friends are gonna ask

Why the hell you're always acting sorta sad

And why the hell your w**d just never seems to last

But the truth is you don't wanna let your secret out

'Cause they think it's wrong for you to take a different route

All except your mom too bad that she's just not around

And don't get me wrong

Those words you've tried to get them out

But their views been skewed from their plastic news

From their plasma tubes so they won't fit in your shoes

Except for Sunday blues but you got Monday blues

And you got Tuesday blues d**n every day ya might lose

All your friends they wanna smoke 'cause it's a Friday

But you've been smoking straight probably since last Sunday

I know you know you shouldn't say that you are okay

But still you look 'em in the eye

And lie then go to use your ashtray

She can barely see the pavement

She can barely read the signs

People think she's complicated

But never wanna look inside

'Cause she's a little too R rated

And they're a little too d**n blind

She's just looking for her angels

But they're a little hard to find

Little Sara last night you got it bad

In that moment you could barely even

Add up two or three reasons why you're glad

And I guess that's why you grabbed your pen and pad

It was six fourteen and you could barely even read

All the words you'd written down

Why it was time for you to leave

Your phone was on the ground

And you could barely hear it ring

Couldn't even hear a sound couldn't feel a single thing

Now it's six fiveteen and you're on your knees

Blood is on your sleeves and your lungs won't breathe

Eyes are watering body's shivering

And you're wondering what is happening

Now it's six twenty three and they're on their knees

Begging Jesus please can you make her breathe

'Cause they finally see what was happening

Underneath their nose and underneath your sleeves

Hmmmm

She can barely see the pavement

She can barely read the signs

People think she's complicated

But never wanna look inside

'Cause she's a little too R rated

And they're a little too d**n blind

She's just looking for her angels

But they're a little hard to find