I sit here, trees running down my face,
As the blade slowly cuts into my skin,
I feel as if I have no space,
The blood and skas represent my pain,
The high feeling makes me feel so insane,
As I sit here crying myself to sleep,
Trying to ease the pain,
I have no reason to live,
I am worthless and hard to Tami,
So as I cry myself to sleep,
I say my goodbyes and dig my knife so deep,
I close my eyes and let the angels take me away,
and in your hearts, I will always stay
