I want to leave,
I want to die,
you don't get it when I cry,
these are not tears of happiness,
and not yet tears of sadness,
these are tears of hate,
and it will all end to an awful fate,
dosen't anyone see her,
can't they hear her cry's of plea,
she still looks at me,
shes dying I know,
she won't last till the snow,
she'll put that knife up to her throat,
and cut, all because of the dreaded rut,
that she fell into, and now is pined to,
until she takes herself out of this misery,
ask me why I feel so much for this
poor girl,
because I fell into the same damn whirl...
