I hold this knife in my hand,
And wonder to myself, how much can I stand?
All the people here treat me like dirt,
They spit on me and make me hurt.
My only joy in life has left me here,
His name was Cody, and he died in my heart last year.
I put the knife to my throat,
As my life becomes a sinking boat.
I can sense the end coming near,
Yet I'm so sad I cant shed a tear.
I see the light beginning to fade,
And I think to myself I should have prayed.
I tell you now I don't know why I chose this --
But do me a favor, and give the world one last kiss.