He's sitting alone
Staring at the wall
Running away like he always does  
But I don't know if he could stop the roll
 

He feels the pleasure while the blood drifts from his hands
He knows that won't stop the pain but he's trying anyway
He will do anything he can  
Just to forget his troubles for the day

I'll do anything to make him want to live
But it's his choice and he knows he doesn't want to breathe

He's to afraid to die, killing himself it's not something he
would do
But right he can't imagine himself doing anything else  

So he takes the knife and ...

He feels the pain while the blood drifts from his hand
He knows that won't stop the pain but he's trying anyway
He will do anything he can  
Just to forget his troubles for the day

If only he'd knew what I know
It's not always going to be that lonely
It's not always going to be that low  
It will get batter
But instead he's to busy trying to write his suicide latter

And then he takes the knife and does it all over Again
Only this time he doesn't stop until the end