The cool silver of the gun rests in my hands...
I look out into the stars and think of you.
I fell once to many, and now I can\'t stand…
The night you left me I was blue.
The knife slides across my wrists…
A real smile on my lifeless body.
I remember the first time we ever kissed…
I wish some would care...anybody.
The bottle of pills are on my desk…
Thinking about taking them all and end this fight.
In my mind you were and still are the best…
I just want to leave and see the light.
The bottle of beer on the counter…
I want to drink my sorrows away.
Maybe one day we\'ll rencounter…
I only wish you would want me to stay.