By the kitchen sink

When I said ‘I hate you.’
I didn’t really mean it,
I didn’t even stop and think,
While you cut your wrists by the kitchen sink.

Oh, suicide, makes you cry
All the time.
And when the people go, they always say.
I never wanted this anyway!

How could they leave me like this?
This is something I can’t dismiss,
Heaven will not bring me bliss,
It’ll be my personal hell.
With all the people I used to like,
People who taught me to ride a bike,
People who sang to me at night,
People who said ‘It’s all right.’

Oh, suicide, makes you cry
All the time.
And when the people go, they always say.
I never wanted this anyway!

Why was I left behind?
In this world, a field of mines?
My mother;
My father;
My sister and brother.
They went away,
Not on, a holiday,
Their never coming back for me
At all.

When I said, ‘I hate you.’
I didn’t really mean it,
I didn’t even stop and think,
While my family cut their wrists by the kitchen sink.