These days I can't even pretend
Lord please find an angel to send
Lord please tell me my death is on pend
I've been lying on this bed called,"being suicidal," that I am now failing to stand.

The sound of birds singing is now annoying to me
I just wish everyone could let me be
Because they do not understand or see
That I just want to be "me" and not "we"

"We" because they think they know how I feel
But they do not understand that I need to be "me" to heal
Need to be "me" to deal
With a problem that can never be closed or sealed