When I cry, am I broken?
When I laugh am I strong?
When people mock me, should I listen?
I mean 'Constructive Criticism' right?

When I am at my lowest, am I still standing?
When I am at my highest, I am at average.
To my right there is a razor
the voices echo in my head
'You're not good enough!' 'Just stop already!'

Life is a puzzle, one I fail to solve.
Why must I suffer, when I can end it all?
There is a window shining light on my life of pain.
A way out, a way to peace
Something that aids in my escape

Life is a puzzle, one that I fail to solve.
Why must I suffer, when I can end it all?