I don't know why I'm living it
what is the point
It would be easy to end
with just one slit of the wrist
what is so hard about that
nothing right
well I don't know
why I just sit here
and let myself suffer
There is no point
I can end this misery
and start a better life
in hell
or heaven
or wherever the lord decides to send me
I've been through so much
all these difficult choices
no one understands
no one cares
no one even has a clue
I can't tell
they'll make it a big deal
after all I'm not the only person
that this has happened to
right?
I know I'm not
I'm just one of the few
that decide not to make it
such a big deal
I could go talk to the cops
but that would be the easy way out
I'm not like that
I don't even know why
why did It happen to me
why am I living this life
this not at all perfect life
this depressing miserable life
why why why why why
