Everything is what you think of while you sit alone
How everything is
How you wanted it to be
Starting to cry you wanted something more
Everything you found you knew you could never have
You think your life to end would be better
Be better for you
Be better for everyone
Only four questions are on your mind
Would they care would they cry
Would it change them those who say they care
But most of all the one question you think
Dear God will I be missed
Oh well you say
Just hurry up it won't hurt much
One cut then another
Write a note saying why would they read it say yeah right
Tell yourself one more cut got to go
Feel the blood around you you write only one word
Good-bye.
