As I look upon my life,
I see that I’ve caused nothing but pain.
So as I grasp my sharpest knife,
I ponder whether I should slit a vein.

Would it make a difference? Would things stay the same?
If someone really cares, please, I need a name.

Throughout my life, I’ve seen couples having fun.
But as for me, it seems, there will be no one.

If I found my one true love, I’d never let her go,
‘Cause when you really love someone, you gotta let it show.
I’d tell her I loved her every day,
And show her I loved her in every way.

Could I really take my life? Could I let it end this way?
I guess I’ll just keep on hoping, and keep on living day to day.