It Will Be To Late.

[*Sarlaa*]

Someday

They call me a nice guy
They often feel bad for me
They hate it when I slit my wrist
I don't like it either
But I continue to do it
It's a need more than a habit
Maybe someday
I could break the habit
This goes beyond love
It's about my well being
Maybe someday
Life I won't be seeing
Who controls the way
I forget to pray
But don't we all
Maybe someday
Struggles will pay off
For now we just wait
Maybe someday
It will be to late.