Stop Tryin'

Everyone thinks that our lives are so great,
I wish for one day they could carry our plate.
If you could see underneath our smiles,
If you could feel the weight of our other halves pile.
Then maybe for once you won't wish for our life,
As soon as you see yourself dead in a tub from a knife.
You think the grass is greener on our side,
just because to you our dark feelings and thoughts hide.
You'll jump right back over that white picket fence,
as soon as you feel our pain and unconciousness.
We black out and wake up bleeding wishing we're dead,
because of what our other halves to us have lead.
They tell us to end it now no more fighting our fears,
but when we come to it only leaves us in tears.
You'd be scarred as hell to see what we see,
So from now on don't wish to be like Jenn and Me.