im home alone
memories flood my head
im dead silent
nothing is being said
i cry and cry
about nothing i can figure out
i sit there lying
pretending life is dead
i have the knife from the kitchen cupboard,
i have it to my wrist
i feel no pain
i feel the relief of being free
i feel the blood dripping to my knee
life descends us in many ways
life can be torture
life can bring pain
but if you bring it joy,
life will bring you happieness and laughter
too bad in my life none of these came easy
now i lie here in this bed
with the gun to my head
i try so hard not to cry
but in the end i just want to die
i wish my life was better
i wish i hadnt cut
now i lie there bleeding to an eternal death
im sorry i cant help it,
but with all of this pain, i gain the feeling of security
i gain the feeling of life
but now its too late
cuz while i was gaining life
i came upon death
i guess pain wasnt just a gain
i guess it was just torture,
that brought me my happiness
and now i lie here with all the life i ever wanted
now i lie here
dead as that bullet
 
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