I grab the knife, reaching for more
i hear someone knocking at the door
i scream at the touch of my open soar
here they come are they ready to see
all the fear comming toward me
and they scream and they yell
all i can think is what the hell
so here i am all torn and cut
my bodys sad,lonely and such
maybe i'll fell better the day after next
we can only pray,its for the best
