Sticks and stones may brake my bones
But words will always hurt
Knives and blades may cut my skin
But intentions will always be mine.
If this makes sense then it will not
You will see your fear spoken or withheld
I need to die but if I did
You will cry
I will bear this pain for you.
Why does it seem that I am sad when I want
To be happy.
The bridge might have been jumped
The blade red
The rope tied
And the gun done
But I won't be dead.
It's only my fantasy
It will always be my wish
But if I am happy
Why am I sad?
