ALWAYS SUCH A FOOL
UNSURE HOW I FEEL
HOW CAN YOU TELL
IF SOMETHING IS REAL
IM SCARED OF MY LIFE
ALWAYS SO UNSURE
I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE
THAT I CAN ENDURE
I THOUGHT I WAS STRONG
I COULD HANDLE IT ALL
DON'T KNOW HOW I DID IT
I PLAYED IT OFF FOR SO LONG
NOW I AM FREAKIN
CAN'T HANDLE MY LIFE
WHAT WAS I THINKIN
WHEN I PICKED UP THE KNIFE
NO COURAGE AT ALL
THE FEAR IN MY MIND
HOW EASY IT WOULD BE
TO LEAVE IT BEHIND
FORGIVE ME I PLEAD
FOR THE MESS I HAVE MADE
I HOPE THAT YOU SEE
THE EFFORT I GAVE
I HAVE NOW GIVEN UP
CANT TAKE IT NO MORE
SLIDE THE KNIFE CROSS MY WRIST
AND FALL TO THE FLOOR
YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
ALL THAT I HAVE WENT THROUGH
NOT NEARLY AS STRONG
OR CAPABLE AS YOU
SELF INFLICTED
NERVOUS AND SCARED
TREMBLING INSIDE
I JUST KEEP ON RUNNING
BUT THERES NO PLACE TO HIDE
THE PHONE KEEPS ON RINGING
CONTINUOS KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
I PUT THE GUN TO MY HEAD
I CAN'T TAKE IT NO MORE
AS MY COLD LIFELESS BODY
SIMPLY FALLS TO THE FLOOR
THE CHILLS SET IN
BLOOD SPATTER ON THE WALL
ONE LAST BREATH
AND NO PULSE AT ALL
DEATH BEGINS TO SET IN
PUDDLES OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR
THIS IS THE END OF MY LIFE
I FEEL THE PAIN, NO MORE