I'm laying in my bed
holding a gun to my head...
Feeling like thy always is,
Hurt, depressed, no one’s biz...
My time has come
I’ll be leaving soon...
Her eyes welled up with tears,
As they screamed they didn't care...
She pulled the trigger,
Shot herself in the heart...
Let not tears breach your beautiful eyes
for in my death true meaning lies...
Do i really want to do this?
i look over the cliff's edge...
I’ve picked out the place
And figured out the time...
Why does she put herself
through all of that...
She drifts all around
as life flies by...
A father and son
both one of a kind...
My name is hope
and i am just four...