• I feel this urge to die,
    and a strive to keep living.
    I don't know what to do,
    no matter what he knows.
    I wanna leave just go,
    I don't know- I just don't.

    I feel corned and lost,
    all at the same time.
    I hold the blade close,
    pressed to my own wrist.
    I don't wanna leave,
    I'm not ready to go yet.

    I still feel love for them,
    but the blade is so cold.
    And I try to let go of it,
    but I'm clinching tightly.
    So I can't stop the pain,
    like I didn't know that.

    And now I'm thrown,
    back again and forth.
    I hold on as tight as I can,
    but the blade's on my vein.
    I feel the beat of my life,
    it's pounding in my throat.

    I'm not steady at all,
    but somehow I don't fall.

    And the memories fly,
    but this time I won't cry.
    I sit here; and there is gone,
    the memories are fading.

    And maybe you'll remember,
    but I'm going away for now.
    And it's going way too fast,
    today's already in the past...