I let the blade cut my skin, my hope and drive are running thin.
I know I have to but I can't decide, There has to be a better way than suicide.
If I was brave enough I'd do it in a minute, because this isn't something I can forget.
I've tried to give it time, but we both know I'm not fine.
No matter what you say, nothing can make me okay.
There's so many things going wrong, I guess I'm just too far gone.