Spiraling down to the end of this life
Wondering whether its worth using a knife
On this worthless soul, broken heart
A life full of broken ends and a cracked start
Missing pieces, haunting from afar
Somehow, they fit in to this living scar
Broken places, ending times
Now all thats left are me and these rhymes
Falling through my head
Its like they want me dead
They'll get their wish soon as I can
Fulfill their dreams, damn this stalking man
Following my dreams, breaking into my soul
So I can't fulfill that one simple goal
He haunts my life, giving me hope
But its like its pitch black as I grope
For a sign of this evil, broken spirit I bear
It almost seems, as though someone may care
But I forget all of it as I pick up the knife
Slitting my wrists, and ending my life
