I'm tired of fighting this war
Tonight I might actually do it
But then again I might chicken out
I hate staying up all night crying
Trying to find a reason
I always always come up empty
I mean I've never get really far
In this place I might as well give a bit
Of myself to try and tough it out
I roll up my pant leg and start bleeding
I smile just a little
I dry up the blood and breathe
I feel my eyes getting tired
I sighed
I guess tonight isn't the night
I guess I can still fight
