Sometimes thinking of suicide   The thought that sharpens my mind   Deep down in manic depression   I only hear my own cries      These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly   Look out from the edge of my world   Those feelings of losing every sense of touch   I tried to reach with my hands      Sometimes thinking of suicide   The thought that sharpens my mind   Sometimes life feels much cheaper   So cold, dull and grey      These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly   Look out from the edge of my world   Those feelings of losing every sense of touch   I tried to reach with my hands      Moving near the end of my dream   However I'm leaving after   I've tried to feel the way others feel   But it's just not for me