Why did i leave
and not stay instead
this is what I'd ask myself
if i wasn't dead.
why did they hurt me
make me feel so low
thats why i went
i chose to go.
why did i lose
against the fight
with death
i lost my hope to live
and i lost my breath.
if i had a second chance
to turn my life around,
i wouldn't be here
lying on the ground.
i wouldn't have these scars
sitting above my fist
i wouldn't be here right now
clenching my bleeding wrist.
but if we get a second chance
would you change your mind,
cus a dead friend
or daughter
we wouldn't like to find.
