So I’m upset and depressed.
A tight knot is in my chest
My eyes are red
From the tears that fall
I wish I could explain myself
Let them see it all
Instead of making the one guy
Feel the pressure of my life
I know where the blade is.
Right there behind my bed.
I reach out to grab it.
“Then I remember what he said.
There’s too much to live for.
Too much to enjoy.”
So I put it back down, turn my back.
The blade is not a toy.
He understands me so well
Even when I’m in these moods
He knows exactly how I feel
He wipes my tears away
He fights all the fears
That are locked up deep inside.
He takes me by the hand and helpes me to survive.