I want to change,
my whole life, just rearrange.
I don't want to be so very depressed
but to my cuts I dont want to confess.
I dont want to tell the story that lies
behind each cut and my watery eyes.
I want to be happy and full of joy,
I dont want to sit back like a forgotten old toy.
Sometimes I feel like I'm being passed by.
And really believe me I dont want to die.
I used to cry so soft at night
and I never once put up a fight.
But Now I want so very bad
To be happy and not sad
So now I stand,
no one gave me a hand.
Against depression I'm fighting back,
yes experience in happines I may lack,
but I want to know,
if I can let some happiness show.
I used to live a sad life,
but today I chose to stop with the knife.
