Sometimes I don't want to live,
But then I think of your smile.
The kids at school are horrible,
And I come home living in denial.
I sit in my room and pull out my knife.
I get ready to slice,
But your voice haunts me.
Cause I just want to die.
There's no future for me
Not even one guy.
This is one of those times,
When I don't want to live.
And I sit in my room
Pretending to be a different kid.
A wonderful home
With a mother who's nice
You're lucky this time
I threw down my knife.
