I lay here,
Thinking of my life.
I want fresh air,
But I want to use this knife.

I shouldn't,
I won't,
They tell me don't.
I listen to the blood hit the ground,
All I want to do is frown.

It seems like nobody cares,
I lay here to bare in this pain;
I don't need no more stains.
They need to lay off,
I don't want them cuffs.

I need my space to pace,
For me life isn't easy,
I'm always feeling wheezy.

Im 13 years old,
Laying here in the cold,
Wanting to be bold,
But I can't.

I have some one who loves me,
It's to good to be,
I'm not wanted,
I feel haunted.

I can't have what I want,
I don't have what I need.
Who and what I need is David.
He helps me through my blues.

He's not allowed to be in my life,
That's why I want my knife;
And why I hate my life.

I need it,
I want it,
I have it,
But I'm not allowed.
Why can't I have the trust to feel this lust of love?

I want him here,
He has to stay there.
I need him here to stay.

Fighting this pain,
So very un-vain,
Hearing the rain.

I'm getting colder,
I hope I don't die,
Very little will cry if I shall die.

I feel unloved,
I feel loved.
I don't know what I want to feel.
But I do know what I want.
What I want is David,
I'll have him rather or not if I'm allowed.






 
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