Sometimes thinking of suicide

The thought that sharpens my mind

Deep down in manic depression

I only hear my own cries



These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly

Look out from the edge of my world

Those feelings of losing every sense of touch

I tried to reach with my hands



Sometimes thinking of suicide

The thought that sharpens my mind

Sometimes life feels much cheaper

So cold, dull and grey



These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly

Look out from the edge of my world

Those feelings of losing every sense of touch

I tried to reach with my hands



Moving near the end of my dream

However I'm leaving after

I've tried to feel the way others feel

But it's just not for me