2005-01-08 - 3:04 AM
I'm flying so high
But the depression rebounds
And before I know it
I've hit the ground
I'm so fucking tired
This shit's getting old
Kill off all emotion
Make my heart cold
Take it all away
Or I'll cut it all out
But you'll never see my tears
Or ever hear me shout
Look at the knife one more time
It's gleaming like the Sun
Then slice the old scar on my wrist
But bleeding's not that fun
Force a smile yet again
For everyone to see
So all of them will think
That I'm happy being me
Laugh with all my friends
But hating them inside
The lucky bastards have never been
On the brink of suicide
They tell me that I'm so fucked-up
But it doesn't matter what they said
Cuz if it was them instead of me
They'd already be dead
