Today I went to the counsiler,
She tried to help me out...

Why do I make these promises,
The ones that I can't keep...

My last breathe,
That I will take...

Light shinning through
surrounded by shadows...

Can you see into my heart,
Can you see into my eyes...

Bleeding blood,
Crying tears...

Why am I afraid of needles,
But not afraid of knives...

Tears rolling down my face,
As I hold up my knife...

A shattered life,
Will end here today...

I look at my arm
So crimson red...

Look at me, ready to die.
Think about it. Do you really wonder why...

I look out the window
For the very last time...