I get the blade
i look at myself as i fade
i want the pain
but why do i have shame
when there's nothing to gain
is it right
should it all go down tonight
i don't want to fight
I'm sick of this life
i want to use this knife
why do i cry
why do i lie
about wanting to die
i can not help
that i can not delt
the feelings that I've felt
I'm going
but why ain't it showing
I'm on the floor
i want more
but I'm so sore
I'm down
i don't here a sound
why ain't i being found
here on the ground
why am i bound
to go to hell
i wish to god to get well
