A Place To Hide

These woods are dark No one will hear my cry These woods are dark No one to see me die. This knife of mine is very sharp Will I not feel the pain This knife of mine is very sharp Cut deep into my vein. The flames so hot inside my car The pain now starts to fade The flames so hot inside my car Now alone, I am so afraid. Too late now to go for help My heart is pounding fast Too late now to go for help Now, my time has passed.