Begging for Death

You cry and cry
Begging to die

You reach out to the knife
Wanting to end your life

You're all alone
You have no home

You're consumed with despair
And no one cares

You cry and cry
Begging to die

But deep inside you know
To the knife you won't go

You'll never die in a pool of red
'Cause the thought of him is in your head

So you always pray and cry
Begging God to make you die