I am sitting here
the lights dim down
the whole room gets quiet
Nope, not even a sound
I look around but the answer to my
question is no where to be found
The light off the moon reflects off of my self-mutilating tools
I still don't have an answer to
Why can life be so cruel?
I have scars on my hearts and
evil cuts on my wrist and feet
And yet I still don't have an answer
God what is this, that I cant defeat
I am sitting here
the lights dim down
the whole room gets quiet
Nope, not even a sound
I look around but the answer to my
question is no where to be found
I cut my feet
I cut my wrist
Still no answer, don't know if it even exists
So I took the risk to cut some more
I shouldn't have taken the risk anymore
This time was different I cut to deep
I am sitting here
the lights dim down
the whole room gets quiet
Nope, not even a sound
I still haven't found my answer but now
I am sitting here...
Sitting here dead
