Gone
I'm alone in this world
not a true friend around
no one will help me
when I'm feeling down
Everything has changed
nothing at all's the same
everyone left me
that's why I feel so lame
All I see is darkness
when I'm awake or asleep
the depression I feel
is something undoubtingly deep
Everything that I say
all my thoughts and my words
are quickly taken for granted
and are fed to the birds
I don't care anymore
nothing worse can be done
I'm here by myself
with my knife and my gun
You know what happens now
you know what I'll do
the question is will you save me
before I'm gone too?
