THEY DON'T KNOW I WANT TO DIE
HOW BAD I HURT INSIDE
I LAY IN BED AND ALL I DO IS CRY
WHERE IS THE KNIFE? I WANT TO DIE
WHEN I SMILE IT ISN'T REAL
BUT THEY DON'T KNOW THE WAY I FEEL
HOW I FEEL WHEN I EAT A MEAL
OR WHEN THEY ASK ME WHATS THE DEAL
I CANT TELL THEM
THE WAY I FEEL
THEY'LL JUST SAY
THAT I'M ILL
