The thoughts of taking my life

And the thoughts of what Ive done

And the secrets that won

Counterfeit my life

I didnt live it right

And Everytime I try to kill myself when I try

The Saints hold my hand and the angels begin to cry

Washing away that hurt & pain inside

I closed my eyes and tried to jump of the ledge

But something draws me away form the edge

And I remember the day I glide

Because the angels picked me up as the angels cry