As I lay in the bathtub, cold and alone
Morbid misery drips down from my cold stone eyes
I get so tired of looking at these scars that are sewn
All the insults, all the names, all the lies
I wish someone could hear my silent moan
To see whats righten all over, to hear my cries
Then maybe I wouldn't feel so alone
This feeling would be gone, the one I despise
I wouldn't sigh and talk with this sad depressing tone
This life would be over, there would be no more sad tries
