I remember it was super-bowl night
i came home at 11, my mother and I started to fight
I went upstairs and grabbed my knife
Tonight i was determined to take my life
One cut and i struck the vein
Blood started rushing, i felt no pain
I started to say the Lord's Prayer
And thanked him for my friends that were there
I prayed for him to have happiness forever
And that one day we all will be together
I thanked for everything good that he does
And i thanked for my teacher Jen because...
I suddenly stopped and bent my wrist
Now i wished that i would have missed
I remembered her and the next day
We were going to talk since i wasn't OK
I sat for an hour holding my wrist
Everything was white, death i must have kissed
I was so close to the end but so far away
I decided to push it off until another day
I think of that night and how thankful i am
That she was there the next day to give a damn
It's so weird that one person saved my life
It's so weird that my life could end from a knife
Does she still care? i wonder that
Will she remember me when she comes back?
Is this goodbye or will i see you again?
But thanks anyways for being there in the end
