Everyday, suicide approaches my mind.
Everyday I'm searching for something impossible to...
I watch my friend,
And sense the end...
Clutching stained clothes
three months on the tag...
It's such an ugly word
"Suicide", thats what it is...
The blade looks so escaping, the metal glistening...
she traces perfect pictures of her obscure life...
Why couldn't I have seen,
the pain that was in his eyes...
Trees are green and so is grass,
I'm surely gonna kick Ur ass...
She's lost and alone
Stuck in a place...
It may seem so hard to believe
But I really am alright...
It hurts so much that it will never heal,
just adding a another wound ill learn to deal...
I sit here for hours
Waiting for your call...
I feel so vunerable
so weak and naive...