I seriously just want to die
I slit my wrists, I don't know why...

Some dirty covered in filth
Others hidden not aloud to be seen...

She looked around desperately
trying not to see...

The new immigrants, the fobs who migrate
Their relatives they try to locate...

She looks around
And what does she see...

I seriously just want to die
I slit my wrists, I don't know why...

He clutches his stomach
And feels the pain...

The angrier he gets the harder he stabs
Mom refuses to go to rehab...

She looks around
and what does she see...

She sits quietly
trying not to cry...

She looked around desperatly
trying not to see...