Hmm.

Standing here at the edge of my knife,
Wondering whether this is my life,
Why can't I place that cold blade down,
Into my skin and just remove this frown,
Too many nights I've stopped myself for you,
I know I promised you I'd stop but I just don't know what to do,
Maybe if I just continue the lies,
There’s so many now lost within my eyes,
No one looks deeper, deeper than I tell,
No one expects me to ever say fair-well,
Yeh, I laugh when they mention suicide,
But I'm longing for it so much on the inside,
I know I have friends that love me a lot,
But that doesn't stop my thoughts from becoming locked in this knot,
I drop the blade for I know it will never cut deep enough,
And I know it will never get rid of all this stuff,
But then I lift it once more,
These longings and feelings are just too hard to ignore.