I wait around in my room

waiting for people to assume

They all think I'm happy
They all say I'm preppy

But I just try and prove
My real mood

When I get home, I think things over
I jump in my bed and take the covers to pull over

I lie down to cry
Knowing that I am going to die

Not from someone I don't know
But from someone that I've never shown

I draw closer to the knife
and cut my wrists to take me life

The next day nothing changes
Everybody just says hi to all the same faces

No one notices that I'm gone
That I've gone to hell all alone.