I sit on the edge of the well
Coz my life ain’t going that well
Stones in my backpack
Coz hope is what lack

I sit on the edge of the well
Coz am empty as a shell
I have no reason to live
And my soul is the only thing left to give

I sit on the edge of the well
Coz my life has become a living hell
I know you tried your best
But it seems as if the devil has become my guest

Don’t worry am not taking my life
Coz how can I take my life when I have none left
I sit at the edge of the well
Writing this note in my blood wishing I brought a pen

A star by night
A flower by day
A crown on her head
But the world on her shoulders

A smile on her face
Scars on her wrist
Always in a race
And trying to find some light

Lover on her bed
But demons in her head
Sweet songs on her lips
But she is whispering under her breath

She smiles with everyone
But she cries all night
She trusts no-one  
Saying that everything's alright

Its because our minds are too troubled
Our past traumatized
Our future undetermined
Our wrists open
Our pens broken
Our memories forgotten
Our friends gone
Leaving us all alone