Your yelling starts up again
I put myself into my happy place
But then something snaps me back
And that vision left me without a trace
I run to my room and slam my door
I lay there and close my eyes
I enter my darkened world on the floor
I lay there replaying all those lies
I open my eyes and pick out the perfect knife
The one who will help me commit this crime
I finally got only too sick of this life
I commit the crime, the crime of suicide
