I\'m sitting here
rotting
or at least whats left of me
i'm sitting here
crying
or at least what i have left to cry
i'm siting here waiting
or at least i wish i knew for what
I'm sitting here
watching
or at least i'm trying not to give up
i want to thank you
for the blade
i'd use to slice my wrist
i want to thank you
for the rope
i'd use to hang myself from the rafters
i'd like to thank you
for the time i lost
hiding in dark shadows
i'd like to thank you
for making me who i am
i\'d like to say
bless you
for you\'ve done nothing but good
i\'d like to say
i\'m sorry
i\'t my fault i was misunderstood
i\'d like to say
goodbye
to all that pain
but i can\'t
it\'s apart of me
it\'s become who i am
wake up and smell
the roses
we are waiting
holding on
to are bleeding lives
slipping from realitity
been far gone
for every inch of normality
