The Southern Devil The Only King of The's blog: "Depression"

My life is something I hate
And will it all come down to a knife blade
You always tell me everything will be okay
But do you really think I'll see the day

Now I never ever want to see the sun again
And I never ever thought this would be the plan
And I'm never ever gonna see a gun again
Because of the one that's in my hand
I collapse on the floor as I'm cryin'
You might not like this ending but it's my end

And let my blood fall down
How did it come to this
And let my blood fall down
With just a cut on my wrist

Never ever are you gonna say my name
And never ever am I ever gonna play this game
Cause everytime I try to ignite the flame
It gets blown out pull out the blade and end this pain
Nothing left to live for so I
Sat there contemplating all the ways that I could die
So many ways I could take my life
I drag the razorblade down from my wrist up to the sky
Is it calling me, is it calling me
This is all I see, this is all I see

And let my blood fall down
How did it come to this
And let my blood fall down
With just a cut on my wrist