It had to be me.

Here i am dying slowly
Staring in the mirror who do i see?
A girl that looks similar to me
A bottle of pills and razor in hands
When i wake up i hope to be in a better land
To many my life has just begun
But its over like the shot of a gun
Here i lie on the floor
My poor mother walks through the door
Her daughter is dead now don't you see
I cant believe it had to be me.