All I want is your understanding,
Ash in the small light of affections.
Why is this my life?
Is almost everybodies question.
And I've tried,
Everything but suicide,
But its crossed my mind.
I prefer peace,
Wouldn't have to have one worldy possesion,
But essentially I'm an animal,
So just what do I do with all the aggresion?
Well I've tried,
Everything but suicide,
But it's crossed my mind.
Life is a one way street and,
If you could paint it,
I'd draw myself going in the right direction,
So I go all the way,
Like I really really know but the truth is,
I'm only guessing.
And I've tried,
Everything but suicide,
Ooh but it's crossed my mind...
Just a thought.
It's even dark in the day time,
It's not just good, it's great depression
When I was lost I even found myself,
Looking in the guns direction.
And so I've tried
Everything but suicide
But yes, it's crossed my mind...
But I'm fine.