Here upon this mountainous cliff.
I think of the life I've lived.
I think about the things that hurt.
The things that make me sad or mad
or scared or lonely.
or even bad.
I think of those things and I can't seem to think,
of anything good.
Only of how I'm labeled as 'misunderstood'
Damn of tired of things going wrong.
Things that happen where they shouldn't belong.
Maybe all this sounds all crazy.
Maybe your tired of being called lazy.
Well maybe these are the things that drove me to decide.
Why live a lie?
When's its so simple to just die?
So now if you miss me and are sad you didnt tell me,
I'm sorry, but you didn't know me.
