| Jude |
| "It's not for attention", I shout at you "Well what then?" comes the reply. I don't need to hear this, Can't take anymore. You don't understand, Yet you don't want to try. Too scared that my problems are serious And maybe you're not blame-free, Well blaming it on my other friends Is certainly not helping me. You mean more to me then you'll ever know Yet I hate you more and more each day I need you to be here for me Even if you don't know what to say. Can't accept that maybe I'm a little messed up? Well I think it's about time you tried I need my friends to help me through this, "Just help me", I'm crying inside. No one understands that, Except my razor, my trusty friend As the blood trickles out I can breathe again And my life I can begin to mend. I'm not sure what I'm doing Or how far it is going to go But this is my way of coping. It stops me from feeling low. |
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