Why cut yourself when the result is ugly
Why cut your legs when the result's the same
Why is it you that go through all the trouble,
the trauma
the pain

Everyone has different friends...
Yours just happen to be suicide
My friend is different
Some people's friends are intelligent
some are unique, adventurous, and popular
some are crazy and insane
Why is it you that must befriend the blade

Life isn't a game...
...when you had enough you end it
Life isn't something you can just give up.
If you hurt yourself then someone close...
...would hurt themselves
Then someone else
just because of your selfishness.

You'll start an endless circle of pain
Some people go through more than you
and still go on with their life
So why must you take a likin' to the knife

Why must you lock away your feelings
and watch your blood flow freely down
Why must you throw away your life
Why do you see the world as black and white
Why can't you tell someone
Why keep your mouth shut
There's one million questions why?
but you already hit the spot

Your arms bleeding
as you lay on the floor
eyes emotionless, no tears shine

You accepted you fate
you didn't live
and choose to die
Why?

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