Some times all i wanted was a friend.
some times all i wanted was a guy who saw threw me
some times all i want is to be some one else
Some times I just didn't want to here here
Some times I wish I weren't in this fight
I guess this only explains why I did what I did that night
I was willing to let every thing go
Get ride of my life
So that is way I looked at my self one last time
Then took a knife
It wasn't his fault
It wasn't hers
It is only mine
And not urs
I remember what they said about me
But the reasons I am still looking for
All I am trying to do
Is keep my self alive
And hope that one night u wont find my body lying cold on the floor
