Gun To My Head, Knife To My Wrist

A gun to my head
a knife to my wrist
tears stain my cheeks
i hate feeling like this

breaking apart
losing myself
wanting to die
and erase feelings i once felt

so many tears
so much pain
unable to breathe
it's like some twisted sort of game

when will it end?
when will i die?
i just can't seem to escape
all i seem to be able to do is cry

i need a way out
a release from the pain
some way to hide
from the memories that are driving me insane

and so..

with a gun to my head
and a knife to my wrist
i'll say my goodbyes
pull the trigger
and pray i don't miss..