I sit in my room
Thinking about my life
I first think it’s all right
But then I think again
I think about all the bad time I have had
And all the times I wanted be dead
But no im still living
Im still sitting in my room
Now I have knife in my hand
Starting to move towards my wrist
Thinking is this going to be it
All the sudden there’s blood running down my arm
I think why aren’t I dead
Dammit do I have to cut myself again
I go back to thinking about my life
And I think of you
And how you make me feel
Maybe there is some hope
In the life of me
