Hangin' by a small life support, exitstence is frail
She is dying. She said she'd never fall and fail
All of the $hit going on in her life
Just fuels the need for her to grab the knife
All of these suicidle thoughts circling her head
Gets her even one step closer to being dead
Thoughts of her alcholholic dad and her ex boyfriend
Closer and closer comes the end
And how many many people that have betrayed her
And how many people that will sooner or later
Her existence is getting fader
She thinks about all of the good things in her life to relieve all of this tension
All of the things that she wants and that shes wishin'
And if it all ended now, all the things she'd be missin'
Excluding her ex and his new girlfriend kissin'
Her skin returns moist, normal temp. Although her face is still pale
Still hanging by a small life support, but existence is no longer frail
She is no longer dying, but she still has to live this life thats a hell....
