You wouldn’t understand, br What I have gone through. br You wouldn’t understand, br Why I cower from you. br br I have stood with death, br Hoping it would win. br As I stand on the edge, br So afterlife would begin. br br I have cuts and bruises, br From which I have done. br They hurt like hell, br They are not much fun. br br As I stand on the lip, br Of the bridge as I cry. br Just hoping it will end, br And I will just die. br br Air is thin, br When I hang from the ceiling. br Some will never know, br This scary feeling. br br Bubbles start to fade, br As I lay here to die. br I can see the end, br I just want to fly. br br I am desperate for help, br Although some have tried. br I wish it was you, br With me by my side.