When i'm feeling bad,
Why the fuck do i leave knives around,
When i'm feeling sad,
Why the fuck don't i make a sound.
I keep myself to myself,
And pick the knife up slowly,
I put myself on the shelf,
And bring the knife close slowly.
I wobble and i shake,
While i bring it down,
I wobble like a 'quake,
While i mark it like a clown.
I dont peirce my skin at first,
I just mark the route,
I don't peirce my vein at last,
I just remember the shoot.
Maybe my life isn't so bad,
Freinds really do care,
Maybe my life isn't so sad,
But my family don't care. |
