Here I sit with the razor at my wrist
No one wants to hear the problems I'm dealing with
I tried and tried to let it out
But I'm the type they never cared about
And as the light shines onto the razor
I see my blood flowing down the mirror
As time passes my heart turns to coal
And everything's dead except for my soul
In came the doctors and they took me away
And put me in a coffin where I'd have to stay
The time of the funeral it came to be
Lying in the coffin all the students I see
These weren't my friends, or so I had thought
'Cause they didn't care when for help I had sought
Hoping someone would realize and then they would say
If only one of you cared, just a little, one day
He would be alive, he'd be alive today

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