Through the voice of others, the world tells her story.
How can I believe in something unseen
Something all these people say will make me clean
I'm sick of all these people saying it will be well
Saying that if I don't change I'm going to hell
Well if thats the case than throw me into that fiery furnace lock the door and throw away the key
I'm going to live this life under my own authority
Until I see something worth living for I'm gonna do me like I did before
The loud clamor of voices in my head
Being this high oh how I should be dead
But what keeps me mortal what keeps me alive.
It damn sure ain't this drug but man I love this high
I hear people who say you can do so much
But they will never understand how great is this rush
So if you say i can really do more than this
Than why were you never there when i was cutting my wrists