I sit in my room
Thinking of something to do
Trying not to rember all of the bad things that had happen to me
All of the pain that i dread that i have inside of me
I hate the fact that i turn to the knife for help
To forget & relief all of my pain
But now it's to late
The knife is to far in
My veins are bleeding so hard
I start to faint
Now I know the end is near
I hear the clock strikes eleven
I hope i make it to heaven
My life has been sour
So now this is my final hour.
