I look at the knife
it is my new found friend...
O Lord please free me of these
heavy,thick,dark,and soul...
Bad Habit
I have a bad habit...
Lately we've been losing touch
Remember how we'd talk so much...
Lying on the bed.
Eyes wide open...
Why do i feel so dead inside
am i dead on the outside...
I'm so sick of being perfect when no one really...
why bother with all you people that won't see me...
Clenched fists
Tear-stained eyes...
Never trust a guy
All they do is lie...
Baby come near
and listen to my fears...
I am sad and afraid.
I wonder what I was thinking...
(Verse 1)
If I killed myself tomorrow...