I swear I'm on the verge
of something, near and dear
to my heart.
i always thought life were better
living, and not to be dead.
but here i am lying on my bed
with blood streaming out of my neck, i realize life would be better
if we took out all the bad.
so as I'm dieing from a slit to neck
my family See's me a wreck.
they question me for my actions
and i just tell them my reasons.
they were never there for me,
to listen to what i had seen.
they never knew of my paranoia
that drove me insane.
so here again with my one last
breath, i say i did it for love.
i couldn't stand always being
afraid of what could happen.
i never wanted to loose my family
so i left them instead.
