I've always wondered
What it's like to die
Would anybody care
Would anybody cry
How does it happen
How does it feel
Why am I so afraid of death
Why doesn't it seem real
If it's such a great thing
Why is suicide so bad
Whats wrong to cut once or twice
Only when I'm mad
When nobody knows I'm alive
Or can see the good tings that I do
Then they can't notice that I'm depressed
Or stop the bad things that I do
