Everyday when I wake up, br I think about my urge to cut, br I cause myself pain everyday, br But sooner or later, I will not be o.k., br Just one of these days I will go too far, br And that cut I make, will not only leave a scar, br I will wait for that day when I go over the edge, br That day when my mother will find me dead in bed, br My sheets will be soaked by blood I know all too well, br When I realize how far I've gone, I will begin to yell, br But my pleads will do no good, br For I've lived in this pain for as long as I could, br And just as I take my final last breath, br I will know that now I can finally rest.