Telling a depressed person to be happy is like telling a cancer patient to cure themself |
Theres so many things
i have to still do...
She goes home everyday
and takes out her knife...
I cut my wrists
and fall to the cold floor...
Nobody even cares
if i sit alone and cry...
My spirit starts to rise
and i see my body on the floor...
I don't think i deserve this
to die like i am...
Why'd you make this happen?
why'd you let her die...
Oh how i love
just to see you again...
A dagger to the heart and a needle to the eye, all this pain has built up and tonight i gotta die |
Hit me, smack me, call me names, cuz to be with you - i could take the pain |
Look at my wrists so that next time you say that nobody thinks about you...you can remember that i do |