My head's mixed up
my world's in a haze
I hate being alive
in all this crazeI think to myself
and I just want to die
other's look at me
and they wonder why
I have nothing to live for
my life is only pain
although I am so young
I have nothing to gain
Everything would be better
if I was no longer here
I would not have to suffer
but I would lose those so dear
So as I cut my wrists
and I sit here and bleed
then my life slips away
with uncontrollable speed
My soul is now free
I am no longer trapped
but I have lost so much
it's as if my life was zapped.