Suicide doesn't work.

Tie a string to my finger
Cause I'm not at home
I snuck out tonight
My parents don't know
I'm out trying new things
With my new clique
If it's a stereotype
Then I'm on the stereotip

Fly that kite high
High in the sky
Let it chirp with the birds
Like a superpie
Let the wind blow
It's feelings away
Up in the clouds
It's a sunny day

This place isn't shaped
the way it was before
I smell the drug
As I lay on the floor
My mommy always told me
That things like this were wrong
Play the music louder
And beat that chick like a drum

Fly that kite high
High in the sky
Let it chirp with the birds
Like a superpie
Let the wind blow
It's feelings away
Up in the clouds
It's a sunny day

What time is it?
There's blood and spit on the floor
My vision is blurry
And I cant find the door
My heart is in my stomach
And its hard for me to breath
My clothes are on the floor
And my chest starts to heave
All of my friends
Are no where to be found
My limbs aren't responding
As I wallow on the ground
My mom's car is gone
And so are her keys
I want a second chance
Oh please! GOD PLEASE!

Fly that kite high
High in the sky
The wind picks it up
and rocks it side to side
the storm reaches out
and smacks it to the ground
that beautiful kite
will never be found…..