I sit here crying as i think about all the shit in my life
The only way to release the pain is with my little knife
The tears fall faster as i slide the blade across my snow white skin
I watch the blood flowing, and with it goes the pain i feel within
I go to bed hoping I'll never wake up
I dream of ways to die
i get up the next moring and i put on a smile as i continue to live a lie
The time is flying by, another year has passed
And each day that i awake is harder than the last
I sit by my window and as i cry, i ask myself why i even try
I'm looking for a reason, but i can't see
So i give up thinking and just ask,
WHY ME?
