I always feel that life is a jail
And only God will give me bail...
My dad died in a helicopter accident when I was 7...
Daddy were you cold...
I feel the wet tears
Rolling down my cheek...
She thought she could stop
chewing down pill after pill...
A bleeding heart does not yet mourn,
Though waiting for death to unpleasantly dawn...
In a room all alone
I feel the cold inside of me...
Now and again I have try
To not be alone...
I mixed a drink,
And stole the pills...
This is in the sad category because it's about...
Look into the mirror, tears glide from your eyes,
Scars hidden on your legs, laughing when you...
Sitting in a room,
my wrists are crying...
I place my cold hands upon her face.
Wiping away the wet tears across her cheek...