There are times
Where knifes become good friends of yours
Every where you go it's there
And other times ropes are good friends of yours
They hang every where you go
So forced to become a friend of theres
So if you let all the problems get to your head you will be friends with them and hurt yourself
It just have that look
that tells you that their the solution to your problems
So you've been hurt so many times that you say to yourself what's the point theres no reason to be alive
So then you decide to use these friends
Cuz if you not alive you think all the pain will be over
No more drenching your pillow with heavy drops of tears No more crying yourself to sleep
No more feeling unwanted
No more trying to be perfect for others
No more of all the sarrow