It can't rain all the time
Like it's going to be better tomarrow
I've tried keeping a smile on
But it just covers up the sorrow

There's a gun to my head
And I begin to think "Why?
"It's held by my own hand....
"Why do I want to die?"

I take your hits
One by one
Mommy, why?
What have I done?

I want to cry on your chest
When I'm lonely and feeling lost
I want to kiss your lips gently
And not wonder the cost