U don't know what they say
or how each and every day...

I thought i was good
i thought i would be OK...

Everyday at school
i see you...

Mommy can you hear me?
Mommy can you see me...

I lay awake at night
searching through my fright...

This is it
this is the end...

As i stare at the blade of that knife
and how it deals with mu strife...

Its funny how your flesh bleeds
it can flow it can drip slow...

As i lay me down tonight
I must write this first...

I was so eager
and so willing to forgive you...

Could you promise me the world
could you promise me i won't hurt...

They see my face
They say how pretty...