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.