Celebrated one more day of being alive,
Sometimes counting the minutes of every night.
Keeping busy with alcohol and cigarettes
Killing skills, and chugging pills, without regret.
If I die sometime soon, I want a reason.
Found out my lover never existed,
A stupid figment, cruelty created to tear me apart.
The ideal target, what I became, and I learned, I think.
Had to watch them plot my death
And I died underneath the soles of their feet.
I think I fell in love with being fooled,
Wore chains on my wrists, and under them scars
But half of my soul was already gone.
Moved to a distant continent,
Never got to record in a professional studio,
With my true friends,
They all fled,
And I remained behind.
