Last year, that's when it started
The problems entered my life
I became a broken hearted
Trying her best to stay alive

Last month, everything got worse
Got ditched by a lot of friends
So there I was, I had a choice
Was I sure it would be the end?

Last week, I decided to go on
But I guess it wasn't meant for me
My dear father wrote that he was gone
He had to 'set himself free'

Last night, I was sitting in my room
Holding my knife tight
Decided that this was my doom
This would be my very last night

Today, I'm still alive
I couldn't stab away my sorrow
So I just blocked the past year out
And made a start on forgetting tomorrow