she goes to the doctor whose all dressed in white
she says she wont **** herself but she knows she might
he gives her happy pill to stop the voices in her head saying shed be better off dead she knows a single pill wont stop her pain
she needs a lot more to keep her sane
she goes to her bedroom and closes the the door
she takes one pill as directed but she knows shell need more
she downs the whole bottle and lays on her bed...
she was finely happy now that she's dead..

its this on going pain
i dont know its aim
know ones knows how it goes
it makes us sad
and its bad
it makes us do things
make us die
makes are family cry
its called suicide

its this stabbing pain in your heart
that makes you fall apart
its knowing your not worth it
you dont deserve her
so you say **** it
cry your heart out to her
but shes not there
causes your not worth her time her love
if anything you a waste or her time and love
she was never there so **** it


shes not worth it...

fine red wine into lines
stinging burning everything turning
the pain I'm suffering its got me wondering
why I left red stains on my sleeve making me believe
I'm not worth it
I don't deserve this
screaming crying
cant stop lying
slowly dying