Sometimes i feel as am stranger in this life and sometimes i try to hide sometimes i feel so sad and sometimes i cry so bad sometimes i can see no dim of light as i start to run of ma mind sometimes i feel so cold when everything starts fade to black sometimes i wonder if am really alive in the time i hold the blade to cut my wrist deep i still afraid to face the light of day am scared of truth and when the sun start to rise i duck under my bed
