I cant do this no more, its to chaotic/
My friends are my enemy's aint that ironic/
I try to solve these mysteries but my answer cant be told/
Now as the story unfolds, i sit alone, all by myself feeling cold/
That knife in the draw seems to be my only answer/
The adrenaline it gives me pleases me more than erotic dancers/
My calling is to you god, cuz you have not yet answered my prayers/
As i seem to get lonlier its clearer no one cares/
The people they just tell me, that im fucked up in the head/
but really it aint true...for if it was, id be dead/
These troubles are still troubling me, and its growing uncontrolably/
Cant these people rescue me, lord this isnt how i want to be/
Cut marks on my wrists.....pain everlasting....cold shivering purple lips/
Death seems to keep emerging, i feel the end is near/
I was delt the wrong set of cardds......how life....life is so unfair................./