mommy always asked me if i was ok
i would lie yes and we’d go on with the day
and my brother always thought there was something wrong
but he knew not to ask, he knew i wasnt that strong
to tell how them how i felt
and how i hated my life
to let them know about all those things
i did with that knife
and daddy would always scream at me
cause i was never any good
and i thought of ways to make him love me
so i figured if i wrote him this note maybe he would
to tell them how i felt
and how i hated my life
to let them know about all those things
i did with that knife
and so i would hide my emotions deep inside
even though they would tear me apart
and i would hide the knife im my draw
when i used it, my blood and my body became art
to tell them how i felt
and how i hated my life
to let them know all those things
i did with that knife
everyone knew something was wrong
and when i went to school each day
my friends were all concerned
even the teachers would ask if i was ok
to tell them how i felt
and how i hated my life
to let them know all those things
i did with that knife
and in the corner i sat
as problems were tearing me apart
and so i sat there bleeding
with a knife through my heart
to tell them how i felt
and how i hated my life
to let them know about all those things
i did with that knife
so everyone went to my funeral
and some even started to cry
i feel bad about making them sad
but i just really wanted to die…