There you are
Starin' me down...

Life is being lost
Death is being won...

Sweat pouring down my face
Unable to make it the distance...

This is my suicidal method
Let's grab a knife, and a rope...

Remember the days on the playground
The innocent days and the rhymes...

Standing here
Shivering in the drenching rain...

Cold am I
Who walks on the sun...

To this day-I stand here
Broken and alone...

Scars on my wrist
From my blade...

Do you understand,
What I endure...

I've a story to tell
Listen well...

You don't know me
No one does...