You are like a mocking bird
Mocking what I do...

Voices in my head
Booming thunder is all i can here...

There once was an apple tree
Where I could sit and think...

The pain runs through my body unable to escape
My anger inside me is taking shape...

Small little voices in my head
"Kill yourself" thats all they said...

Here my blood is shed
Like the surge of me is going to be dead...

Rain falls down onto my skin
It burns right through like its a sin...

I've been shrunk down
To the tiniest size...

Mother you may think you set me right
But the truth is you let me out of sight...

Im sorry that i was part of your life
Im sorry it ruined your night...

Happy birthday
I know its late...

Im through with life
I dont care anymore...