The knife is out, I'm ready to break.
But then I start to shift and shake.
Everyone here can see,
All I want to do is end me.
So what's holding me back?
I'm already off track.
Then thoughts of her rush to my head.
And that's what did it.
I am dead.
Waking up is so grand,
Like life is pulling you, by the hand.
It's not all perfect, there's room for complaint,
Sleeping can also leave a taint.
Nightmares can come and scare you to death,
But don't freak out, and don't do meth.
You'll be fine, I'll promise you that,
Just please get up and feed the cat.