You sit at home,
In your room alone,
With tear stains down your face.
Hold your blade to your skin,
Just do it again,
Nothings gonna change.
Your friends are gone,
They’re all having fun,
But here you are in pain,
No one’s thinking,
That maybe you’re breaking,
And holding that gun in place.
Just one more move,
It could all be through.
Nothing would be the same.
But you’ll be gone,
And they’re having fun.
Then you leave here with a bang.
