All you wanna do is look at the good side of me
But there is much more to see
I slit my wrist
i think of suicide lists
I smoke and drink
i do it all and not even think
I've listed a few good talents of mine
Thats even a thin line
Soon I'll be layed in my coffin bed
So i can lay my wondering head
I don't wanna die like this
But the razor just some how always meets my wrists
I know you told me no
And i hid it and didn't let it show
I always cried to you
Wasn't thats what i was suppose to do
You said if i was with you it would get great
But your timing of great is coming alittle late
I must leave this place
Your lies has caused much disgrace
I must go now
I wont blame it on you... some how
