I'm so dangerously close to leaving this place,
To putting myself out of my misery,
The only thing that stopping the end,
Is hurting those that love me,

But there's so many out there that hate me,
That school is too much to bear,
The amount of cruelty that I'm exposed to,
Doesn't equal up to the amount that care,

He hates her, so he won't come close,
I thought that he could pull me out,
But deserts dry of forgiving have grown,
Chance is surrounded by doubt,

I've turned away from the razor,
There's no relief and so it all builds up,
I just want a drop of happiness,
But there's no one there to fill my cup,

I had to watch my darling comfort die,
Had to pat her as she slipped away,
Who picked up the palette,
And mixed all the colours to grey?

The overload of work is so tiring,
Friendships are dangling by a thread,
Selfishness would be too easy,
But promises have been said,

How am I meant to carry on?
How am I meant to expose what's already raw?
How am I meant to grind the broken pieces?
How am I meant to find a cure?

Death would be so simple,
But I'd just be the coward I suspected all along,
I'd just be running away from my problems,
So SOMEHOW I've got to be strong.