Sitting here confused
Waiting for pieces to collide
to give my soul away
thinking of sharp shiny blades
that well take the confusedness away
confused suicide is turned around
waiting for forever to fade away
feeling cold and useless
burning the cigarette that was once lit
calming the nerves of confusedness
taking everything away
feeling high in the skies
nothing existing in the world
feelings free and happy
once the blade runs across my wrist
bleeding like a fountain once was there
longing for your best
standing here thinking
where do i go from here?
Don't want to face another night like this
