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?