I got I blade at my throat got a gun to my head got I knife on my wrist and I'll cut till I'm dead I think about my worries and I don't have joy I flirt with suicide just like it's an effing toy I got a collection of knifes to match theese scars there is nothing I can do to escape these bars I can't do anything to escape this hell I try to harm myself but that won't help I got I blade at my throat got a gun to my head got I knife on my wrist and I'll cut till I'm dead I can't help myself so I try to help others but that won't fix me life just gets tougher I do the best I can to make the world a better place but the won't stop the struggles that I face I see it in your face you don't want to end up like me so let me try to help so I can be free