Staring on my wrist
Should I cut it piece by piece
To make my pain release
By the anxiety I can't ease

I have tons of problem to face
But I have no guts to make it fade
Maybe the answer is this lace
Because these are useless, the blade

You were my happy pill
And because of you, I'm starting to feel ill
Maybe this artificial happiness will do
Makes me forget all of you

Will this things makes me feel alive?
And save me from my nonliving life
Is this the right answer
'Cause I'm a dying flower

But He light me up
Showed the way to make it stop
He released me from this shelf
And now I can start my life with my real self.