Midnight, Pitch black, lying in bed,
Listening to thoughts that crowd my head
Not knowing when theyâ??ll stop,
Or if theyâ??ll kill me or not

The pain is just to great
I guess you can call it fate,
Iâ??m the one who deserves pain
But sometimes I wish I'd get hit by a train

Iâ??ll just get a knife and cut
To take this pain away,
Once itâ??s gone I promise
Iâ??ll be okay

But if I cut to deep
And I cant stop the bleed
I want you to know
Iâ??m still okay
And Iâ??m not afraid

When Iâ??m left at night
Thatâ??s when Iâ??m likely to die,
The pain increases
And I need to realise it.

Goodnight!