I wanna die, but then I don’t
I wanna cut but then I won’t
I want to cut to end it all
But then I wanna stop feeling so small
I want to make myself heard
But sometimes I can’t even say a word
What am I supposed to be in life?
Does anyone know that I\'m using a knife?
Am I gonna be forgotten after I die?
Am I going to get a chance of saying goodbye?
Maybe I will, Maybe not
I’m even scared to have that thought