You're one of many,
You think about death,
You sit on your bed,
Trying to cover your head,
You want out so bad,
But you're to afraid,
Not of what's next,
But of a different day,
You try but you always fail,
One more mistake and you'll go straight to hell,
You don't really care anymore,
You want it to be over,
You're so sick of all the sorrow of tomorrow,
You can't take the way people look at you,
You need just one more thing to pull you through,
And you're life will leave out of the blue,
You've sat and thought of the ways,
And all those messed up days,
You hurt yourself,
To get back at them,
You just want it all to come to an end,
You're tried and weary,
One more pill and it'll all be blurry,
Sick of people talking crap,
Tried of not giving it back,
You want it all so bad,
But at the same time you're so sad,
You think about your future,
All you see is a blank picture,
You have nothing to live for,
You're scared of the next step,
There you stand,
With a gun in your hand,
You're ready now,
Thought about it for awhile,
One squeeze will end it,
No more sorrow,
Here's you're chance,
Don't let go,
Go ahead blow.