nervous breakdowns, panick attacks
things that normal people dont have
my heart start racing, blood begins to flow
i cannot breathe i want to let go
the pain, it hurts, then the headaches start
vomiting cos of my broken heart
drama queen, everyone says
no its not a drama, i just wish to be dead!

i opened up, began to trust
but i got hurt, now there's no one
well goodbye to my problem my mouth is shut
this drama wont make it out of me again
suicide is my problem AND YOU DONT FREEKING CARE
depression is winning and your never there.

best friends are supposed to say it'll all be okay
you are gonna beat this, somehow, some day
but all you seem to say is the crazy house for me
now i need medication so i can get some sleep!
tossing and turning all throught out the night
dreams of suicide when i turn out the light.

so you dont wanna hear my problem then leave me alone i dont care
your supposed to be my best friend, your supposed to be there!