With the knife held to my wrist
I finally realized what all I would miss
Dropping down to the floor
The pain makes me want to die more and more
With so much sorrow, so much pain
The feel that I'm going to go insane
I have to get out of this body, I want to be set free
I want to be able to see
Through the clouds of dust
The vains of mine I do not trust
COMMENTS
-