WHO AM I??

by [x]__l.i.s.a__[x]   Jan 20, 2006


When the tide i high and the moon is low,
i wonder about all the places to go,
i think about what I'm guna do with my life,
and i also think about grabbing the knife.

This time I'll use it to cut the bread,
maybe next time I'll cut something else instead,
I cant concentrate on anything anymore,
my head, my heart and wrists are so sore.

You don't know how much stuff i go through,
you don't know me so don't even pretend that you do,
so mind ur own business and I'll mind mine,
if you all stop talking about me I'll b just fine.

So if you don't stop the strife,
next time i WILL use the knife,
but not for the bread,
yes this time for something ELSE instead....

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