Sometimes thinking of suicide The thought that sharpens my mind Deep down in manic depression I only hear my own cries
These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly Look out from the edge of my world Those feelings of losing every sense of touch I tried to reach with my hands
Sometimes thinking of suicide The thought that sharpens my mind Sometimes life feels much cheaper So cold, dull and grey
These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly Look out from the edge of my world Those feelings of losing every sense of touch I tried to reach with my hands
Moving near the end of my dream However I'm leaving after I've tried to feel the way others feel But it's just not for me