I can't take it no more.
The pain's just become sore...

I'm labeled suicidal,
with the scars on my wrist...

My time is ticking away.
I can hear the clock dieing with me...

The candles's burning low.
I don't wanna go on anymore...

Try to see past the scars,
and look within...

Care to ask why I can't stand to be around?
Because I hurt so deeply...

Leaning over the fence,
I look down below...