One, Two, Three, Four
I can't take this anymore...
What is there left within our world
When all we do is change...
I never really realised
That what I did was wrong...
Laying down
I summon sleep...
I sit alone in my dark house
missing my best friend...
A single ray of moonlight hits your eye,
You stare into abyss...
As it comes down to this,
The sting of a blade...
What if tonight
i was to end my life...
Every second I am alive
It's a waste...
Tearing at my hair,
Scratching at my skin...
Blood flows freely down my arm
I didn't think it would do any harm...
This is the generation that
will think about suicide...