Why do you cut wrist so deep
So much blood lost, You start to weep
Why do you go home when nothing is there
Just four walls, and everything eles is bare
Why do you make friends or have a social life
When at the end of the day its only you and the knife
Why didnt you end your life ages ago
Cause when your living your dieing so slow
Why do people ask why
When all they do is make up some lie
Its not like our questions can be answered any way
So were left wondering everyday
