Oh god, dear god
its back again...
There she sits, alone by the door
You can't see it, but she's thinking...
As the minutes pass
and the clock slows...
Suicide
Is on my mind...
The peddle fell to the ground,
yet it made no sound...
Why do we so often
hate death...
I sit in the dark
wondering where to start...
As I stare down at my flesh
I notice that these cuts are very fresh...
She sits here lonely and dark
With suicidal thoughts running through her head...
When you don't wanna wake up tomorrow
It's hard to work today...
It was almost as if I were dead.
My bones felt so heavy...
On the edge of surrender
Cascades the fountains of infinite light...