My mamma told me to turn out the lights, little did she know what went on beyond her sight.
I picked up my blade, looked at it in pain my mothers not here, I'm only to blame
My papa told me to go straight to bed, little did he know my wrists are stained red.
I picked up my blade, looked at it in pain my papa not here, I'm only to blame
My brother told me to shut up my squinnying, little did he know that I'm just not winning
I picked up my blade, looked at it in pain my brothers not here, I'm only to blame
They told me I deserve it, the voices in my head, they said that they don't care, that's why they said what they said.
My family don't know me, not like the voices do, they are telling me to do it, and do it, I do.
My family don't know me at all indeed that's true, little did I know if I died they'd wish the knew
I picked up my blade, looked at it in pain, the voices were right, I'm only to blame...
