• Laying here thinking of going to sleep,
    But I can’t, my thoughts are running too deep.
    I need to stop these thoughts,
    Because helping me, they are not.
    They are telling to go into the kitchen, just find a knife,
    Put it to my wrists and end my life.
    They are telling me to down a bottle of pills,
    To sit on a hill until my stomach they fill.
    But I won’t, I can’t, I finally have something good in my life.
    And I won’t give it up, not yet.