Scars on my wrist
And scars on my leg.
Scars on my heart,
Please no more i beg.

But i put down the blade
And picked up the gun
Ending this life
I imagine would be fun

I'm losing my mind
And that is true
I'm just a tortured soul
And i don't know what to do

No one will help
All they do is put me down
I wonder what they'll say
When I'm not around

But that's ok
I won't tell a soul
About my emotions running wild
And out of control

And when I'm gone
I mean dead
Don't come to my funeral
Cause i don't want one tear shed