By My Own Hand
Would I be missed
If I left this world
By my own hand
Would they cry
Or would they sigh
With relief
No more of my problems
Oh, so many of those
No more listening to me
When I'm crying
No more of my broken hearts
Those don't hurt that much
No more of my over exageration
I was good at that
I won't need their attention
Anymore
Maybe they'll cry
For one day
And get on with their lives
The next
But me
I'll never move on
To a new day
