| When she called, I had a knife to my wrist
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| Feeling like life ain’t make sense
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| See, I just quit my job
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| Sick of flipping burgers and living in my aunt’s garage
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| So I just let it ring
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| Sitting there, drowning in a bottle of Jim Beam
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| Thinking to myself, she was 'posed to be my queen
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| Feel like a bad dream
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| And I just want to wake up, walked in the house
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| Caught some nigga digging her out, him and his spouse
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| Remember when we first confessed we loved one another
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| I was cool with her pops, she was tight with my mother
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| As crazy as it sounds, think I still love her
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| Enough to take my own life, left me with nothing
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| But a broken heart, suicidal thoughts
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| A 12-inch blade, real, real sharp
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| Phone is still ringing, so I picked up the call
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| Let go of the knife, let it drop to the floor, damn
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| (When I am sleeping)
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| Some days, I don’t even want to wake up
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| (When I am sleeping, I cannot keep the lights)
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| (When I am sleeping)
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| Some days, I don’t even want to wake up
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| (When I am sleeping, I cannot keep the lights)
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| When she called, he had a knife to his wrist
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| Contemplating if life made sense
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| See, he just quit his job
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| Sick of flipping burgers and living in the garage
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| So he just let it ring
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| Didn’t even check the caller ID
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| Thought about his girlfriend cheating on him
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| He caught her in the bed with another woman
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| And another man, couldn’t understand how you can crush
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| A person’s heart in the palm of your hands
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| Now he’s depressed, even thinking suicidal
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| Like how you go from a lover to a rival?
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| Bottle of Jack, knife on his lap, death on his mind
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| Matter of time before he just snaps
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| But he answers the phone, it’s his mother on the other end
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| Pleading that he needs to come home
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| He puts the knife down at the sound of her voice
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| Hesitant about making that choice
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| Wrong or right, that phone call might have saved his life
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| He said to himself
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| She could’ve been his wife, he could’ve been her husband
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| Could’ve had a family, wonder where the love went
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| What caused her to be unfaithful, was it him
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| Or the young stud that she met at the gym?
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| Always kept a smile, knew how to pretend
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| Never thought his life might come to an end
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| She reflects on the days when they were best friends
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| But this is now, and that was then
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| She awakes to the news, he committed suicide
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| Her heart drops and she begins to cry
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| Thinking of their first kiss back in junior high
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| Didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye
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| But it’s because of her, he’s no longer alive
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| Worst part about it, he never knew why
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| And everything he thought to be true was a lie
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| Died with a picture by his side
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| And a letter that read, it said
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| Just another episode in my area code, area code
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| Just another episode in my area code
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| Some days, I don’t even want to wake up
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| (When I am sleeping, I cannot keep the night)
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| Sometimes people get trapped in their mind
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| They just want to escape
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| But it feels like they stuck
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| So we find ways to escape
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| Some people even hurt themselves
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| Some hurt others
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| But it’ll be better tomorrow
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| It’ll all be better tomorrow, I promise |