What good is wishing when you have nothing to wish...
What good is wishing when you...

I hold this knife in my hand,
And wonder to myself, how much can I stand...

As I sit here and slit my wrist
I go over the list...

Sometimes i cut
Just to see how much it bleeds...

This place that i call home
is certainly not the place i want to continue to...

**This was written for my exboyfriend who i love...
Times are changing I can see it in your eyes...

How will you know
if I'm hurting if you cannot...

I wanted to let you know
I'll always be there for you...

...and im sorry
but I cant do this anymore...