She’s got the knife out
She’s got the grip down well
Looking for the right spot
On little sister’s back

She can’t see the scars
She only wants to see the pain
Somethings never change
I think she’ll always be the same

Sister, why’d you have to cut her down

Such a pretty girl
She can’t stand to see the same
Always wanting more
But didn’t have the back bone

The gift of love she wants
But little sister found it first
She gets the knife out
And starts looking for her mark

Sister, why’d you have to cut her down
Sister, why’d you have to cut her down

She’s got the knife out
She’s got the grip down well
Looking for the right spot
On little sister’s back

Sister, why’d you have to cut her down
Sister, why’d you have to cut her down