The thought is always there,
The thought of suicide.
The knifes right there,
And the blade is screaming
\"Just get it over with\".
The memories are replaying
The memories of us
The memories of our love
Also the memories when we fought
The moments we cried
The pain you caused me
The times that I hated you
The times I wanted to die
The times I cut my writs
The times I cried
The blood i shed has stoped
But there is always TEMPTATION lerking..
