As I sit here and wish to die
No one knows its not a lie
I go and I grab a knife
I'm gonna end this strife
I slit my wrists, I slit my throat
I guess they'll know I didn't choke
I left you a suicide note
Saying that it wasn't your fault
Even though it was
So as I lay here and bleed to death
Its because of all that stress
I couldn't handle it
I'm sorry
Maybe next time it won't be me
