Sometimes thinking of suicide
 The thought that sharpens my mind
 Deep down in manic depression
 I only hear my own cries

 These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly
 Look out from the edge of my world
 Those feelings of losing every sense of touch
 I tried to reach with my hands

 Sometimes thinking of suicide
 The thought that sharpens my mind
 Sometimes life feels much cheaper
 So cold, dull and grey

 These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly
 Look out from the edge of my world
 Those feelings of losing every sense of touch
 I tried to reach with my hands

 Moving near the end of my dream
 However I'm leaving after
 I've tried to feel the way others feel
 But it's just not for me