This Man
He told me I could fly
This Man
Said I wouldn't die

That Woman
She told me I could soar
That Woman
Said I wasn't more

The Son
He bawled out his eyes
The Son
Said he always cries

The Baby
He always wails
The Baby
Said 'Keep me from these tales'

The Daughter
She bled at her arms
The Daughter
Said 'Keep me from these harms'

The Daughter
She tied a rope around her neck
The Daughter
Said 'I am a wreck'

I kicked the chair
And I swung in the air.

My life is broken
My life is not the greatest
My life is not sure

I have to fight it
I make do with what I have
I do not have much

I walk up the steps
To eternal happiness
I tripped going up

I fall down slowly
And then I start to speed up
I am dead at last

I drew with silver
and it came out red
I drew with black
and it came out dead

I draw a knife
and someone got stabbed
I draw a gun
and someone got bagged

I drew with red
on top of the silver
I drew dead
when I looked in the mirror

What is a friend
but a simple tool?
What  is a friend
but a simple fool?

I've had friends before
they didn't last long
Now I have no friends
I'm singing the wrong song

You will get used to it
when you have no friends
Depression comes
and happiness ends

You tie the rope
around your neck
You kick the chair
and become a complete wreck

Drifting Away
In a pit of despair
He folds himself up
Waiting for repair

Darkness comes
And Darkness goes
Time passes
And the wind blows

The rope is ready
My hands are steady
The knife is sharp
As it cuts through his heart

The little boy
lived in a home
The little boy
felt all alone

The little boy
went to school
The little boy
he felt so cool

The little boy
fell down the stairs
The little boy
has no one who cares

The little boy
scratches his arms
The little boy
always gets harms

The little boy
strung up a rope
The little boy
has given up hope

The little boy
hung from side to side
The little boy
is now no more