Drop the gun,
You don't need to die...
One phone call
Just a few words...
A Knife,
A blade...
Written "date unknown"
i cut my wrists in hopes not to feel any other...
Knife.
Or...
An' now I'm floatin' right above my coffin as it...
I see Sigh as she's cryin on my moma's shoulder...
I carve your name out
In my blood on the floor...
I was 15 years old when I lived
In tragic significance...
I taste the blood,
I smell the fear...
I sit there
and watch...
Take me home, don't leave me here,
i am scared, i burn in fear...
Mommy and daddy are fighting again. Daddy pushed...
Everything fell, Mommy cried and I ran upstairs...