Nine

What can i do
but think of you
and pick up the knife

What can i do
but try and die
I'm living a lie

I don't know what to do
how to act
what to say

I want to die
along with you
by your side

You don't accept me
for who i am
or what i act like

My name is David
I'm not stupid
so don't look down on me

Just because you hate
the people i like
doesn't make you better

The feelings I'm thinking
and the thoughts I'm feeling
are all about you

All i feel is what i think
and i think you should die
along with the other nine

The nine who treat me like crap
The nine who act like they are bad
The nine who don't know what I'm going through

There are only nine of you
who drew the line on me
about death and suicide

But today the nine
will run out of time
and i will kill all of them

I will put the knife or gun i used
put it to my chest and prey
prey i run out of time and my pulse dies