Everyday can be different
but not for me
I'm so tried of crying myself to sleep
i just don't want to weep no more
there's these days when i look and see people laughing and sharing but me.
I'm so tried of losing my loved ones
I'm so tried of not known what will some
i wish that everything could get better.
I'm tried of cutting
right now its not worth nothing
i sit with my knife at an end of a table.
it makes me feel real good like a real girl should
i put the knife a way with a little sigh.
good bye past and say hello to the future.
now I'm not tried
i can run and flee
i can feel much better and not wear sweaters
i laugh with friends that will care for me until the end
