All I what to do is die,
Not to sit here and cry,
But I can't get to my blade,
So unfortunately I have stayed.Nothing to live for,
I just want my blood to poor,
Out my body and leave me dead,
Get these demons out my head.I guess it wasn't my time,
But in the end I'm far from fine.
No one will know I tried,
Because I haven't died,Why couldn't I get to you,
So I would be found cold and blue,
Finally free from all my pain and fear, But instead I am still here.