Why Don't You Help Me?...
Will You Help Me Now
That My Writes Bleed Out
That Flows Ever So Quick
Like A Furious River Of Sorrow
What More Do I Have To Do?
These Scares And Cuts Ever So Red
The Knife Dripping With Blood...
The Note That Has Been Waiting To Be Opened For All To See
But In Reality No One Really Gives A Shit Anyways
For What I Do To Myself
And For What I Have Done
When I'm Gone There Shall Be No Tears Shed
But Then Again No One Would Realize That I Would Be Gone
For I Am Nothing But Another Dying Leaf
I Mean Nothing And I Shall Always Be Nothing
