The DNA,the blood that flows through my veins
The blade,the sharp tip that cause self conflicted...

The nightmares that haunt and destroy my dreams
The wounds that flow with red blood streams...

Why do you cut wrist so deep
So much blood lost, You start to weep...

Black eyeliner smudged under her eyes
As she sits there and cries...

Its not easy being who you are
Always expected to go as far...

Always expect the unexpecting
And never turn away and surrender...

Our dreams we have will fade away in the air
Our knowledge that we know will get us nowhere...

I don't know if I should live or die
I don't know if I should tell the truth or lie...

Can you help me from this bad life of mine
I have suffered since I was only nine...

You could grab a rope and go to the tree
Go hang yourself so you can be free...

I am cold and my hands are shaking
My fingers are numb and my head is aching...

Our throats are dry, tight and sore
Now we have just drop to the floor...