No one can save me
It is to late
No one can set me free
I have my hand on the trigger
Ready to blow*
With blood dripping to the floor*
If you don't understand*
Let me draw you a picture
One that takes place on my wrist
The blood will surly be enough
As a slice through the healthy tissue
Having skin flake off
I don't understand why I'm still here
I don't understand why we pick life
When death is so much easier*
I don't understand why we put with the scars
With the cuts and pain
This is the night I decided ive had enough
I pull the trigger!
_____________________________
Knife is what I use*
To mend my broken hurt*
I let it bleed dry
Then get thred and neddels*
Stich it back together*
And go on with life**
It is to late
No one can set me free
I have my hand on the trigger
Ready to blow*
With blood dripping to the floor*
If you don't understand*
Let me draw you a picture
One that takes place on my wrist
The blood will surly be enough
As a slice through the healthy tissue
Having skin flake off
I don't understand why I'm still here
I don't understand why we pick life
When death is so much easier*
I don't understand why we put with the scars
With the cuts and pain
This is the night I decided ive had enough
I pull the trigger!
_____________________________
Knife is what I use*
To mend my broken hurt*
I let it bleed dry
Then get thred and neddels*
Stich it back together*
And go on with life**