Standing on the bridge, in the pouring rain,
Knowing that if she jumps, it will take away her...

At night i lay awake,
thinking should i die...

Daddy's little girl
thats what i used to be...

Now that your gone,
there is no one i can talk to...

I think of life,
and what it used to be...

Different people,
different ways...

You treat me like dirt,
and expect me to forgive you...

When you pick up that blade,
The first cuts always the best...

Sit in a room,
just you and me...

Would you notice if i took my own life?
If i popped some pills, or turned to the knife...

Why do people ask, why do i want to die?
Why do i want to leave this place, and go live in...

I would make my way down town,
till i find myself at home...