I'd Rather Be Dead then rest my head,
Upon this pillow up on this bed.
To feel cold winds brush up against my face as dark clouds fill empty skies
To believe that once in my lifetime anything that I've had could have been mine.
To Love, to Lose, to Hurt, and Choose
to have the choices to do something that you know is right,
but never act on it.
It is me who feels the constant pain within my shoulders,
To crack with pain and sting the joints of my suffering.
Pain, Hurt, Bleed, And forever suffering with these feelings...
I'd Rather Be Dead
