Sitting at Home

Downstairs in my room I sit and wonder

Wonder why I am her, where I belong

Downstairs in my room I sit and wonder

Who I can trust, who I can not

Downstairs in my room I sit and wonder

Wonder why I donÕt end it all

Next WeekÉ

Upstairs in the kitchen I sit with a knife in my hand

Wonder if I will do it or if I wonÕt

Upstairs in the kitchen I sit with a knife in my hand

As I put it to my wrist and take my last breath of air, and cut

Upstairs in the kitchen I lie with a knife in my hand

Bleeding to death wondering if anybody cares.