I'm Going to my old ways again
My wrist hurts, my heads a spin
I sit alone and gently cry
Wishing i could slit and die
I don;t want to hurt the one's i know and love
I wish i could fly away like a dove
I'd fly so far no-one would know
but I'm not a dove so where do i go
i can't stay here I'm all alone
I can't sit here I'm not a stone
I want to run so far away
I want till the next day
Or next week, month or year
Why is it life i fear but death i fear more
So i guess I'll just finally say goodbye
Than sit alone to gently cry
