The thing about the I want
Is to make that next cut
That will be my first alone.
No one will ever know
I don't want the kids, the house, or the car.
I doubt I'd mind the scars.
I can see me sitting alone.
Making a cut in my own home.
No one's going to see.
The only one who will know is me.
Why does no one realize.
all the promises are lies.
I don't want help
There's nothing wrong
I've planned this all along
I can really be gone.
