here i am, once again fighting depression
it makes me wish i was a deer in open season
i can't help but hope death will come soon

i keep thinking about telling everyone goodbye
i can't end it too brutely
my mother will find me, and never stop to cry

a few people will miss me
but not enough to keep me from wishing
i could once again do some wrist slitting

drip...drop...i can feel my breathe getting shorter now
i can imagine how happy i would be
i'm just not sure how

i can't deal with being judged anymore
everyone blames me
it makes me feel like such a whore

no one will listen
as i scream and cry
why...just tell me why

this is my only way out
i will pick up the knife
slice your name in my wrist
as my tears mix with blood
i'll remind you, you're my life
so i'll end mine life now
with a simple knives twist

 
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