I cut myself once, I cut myself twice,
they say its my turn to roll the dice.
I feel like I'm in a game I cannot win, when my life ends, it will then begin. no one cares from me, and I actually see. I know how to fix it,
death is the key.
If I would be dead I know it would then be changed,
but I would rather die than be laughed at and caged.
Lightning strikes, I know what I have to do, everyone knows what I've gone to pursue. death comes my way and I know I cant stay, but then people realize that I'm gone one day. I cut myself hard with that one razor blade. I have many memories with it and they wont go away. blood drips down, I don't say a word, but in my head screams is all I heard. they say to me that I don't want to die but I think they lie, I want to be gone.
