Why is it at night I wanna cut?
Burn my arm with that cigarette butt,
Feel that rush running though my veins,
That sweet sensation of pain,
Some nights I want to take the blade right along my neck,
End the misery, the pressure but out of all that what do I really get?
Then I think I should just do this,
I know for a fact I won’t really be missed.
People will be happy to see me go,
Didn’t think people could be so low.
They are the real soul takers,
And dream breakers.
Funny how when its morning my thoughts are gone,
Right at the crack of dawn,
I forget about the blade, the tablets, the road,
I’m in a whole new different mode.
Then once again as soon as it gets dark,
Back in my mind those thoughts lark.
I thought I was put on earth as a blessing,
Don’t know why I’m here anymore,
To this day I’m still guessing.