My hands are shaking,
the tears continue to pour
I'm wondering how long
I can keep doing this for
The scars on my wrists,
they are no lie
They remind me
of how much I want to die
But still here I am,
still fighting strong
Yet I'm still thinking
I can't keep holding on
I want there to be
and end to this pain
Because I'm stumbling down
This Twisted Lane.
