Walking through the streets.
with tears in my eyes..
I just want to say goodbye.
wanna run away,,
far away from this place.
in my arms are cuttings.
because of my knive. it didn't hurt,,
cos pain is something I always felt.
thinking about the end of life.
sitting here on a bench.
trying to stop,,
but it doesn't make sence.
all I want is scream,,
but there's No voice.
it's all dark around me,,
nobody can see or hear me..
but even If they would,,
they wouldn't understand me,,
all I want to be,,
is free
you said goodbye too,,
so don't blame me for doing this,,
there's nothing I will miss..
death is my desire,,
not you, you liar
you stole my friends,,
and now I steal my own life,,
it's your fault,,
searching for my knife,,
getting my letter with my goodbye,,
there are you coming,,
but it's too late now,,
I don't know how this could be the end..
killing myself..
so this is the end..