Around Around we going,
not knowing where to go,
spinning the top around,
Wounder when it will stop,
i want the gun to take my life,
away from all this mess,
I want out of my parents house,
the yelling all to stop,
I want to take my last breath,
why won't you god stop me in my steps,
I'll cut myself so many times and you still wont let me die,
I'll been beat by someone who loved me,
i just don't understand why i go thought this,
you know i guess I'll stop trying,
Bang.....
