I screwed it all up I messed up my life
I need to let myself bleed from this knife
I feel the pressure beat against my skin
I’ll feel so much better when I compleate my sin
You tell me I’m nothing and everything I’ve done is wrong
I knew I should have ended my life all along
As I read all my writings I figured something out
My selfishness me, myself and I, I have a tendensy to doubt
There all about me and all my pain
I figured out now it me who makes me insane
I have no happiness, I have no sorrow
All I have is nothing and because of that I am hollow
I don’t really live, I won’t ever die
I have clouded my mind with selfish cries
Cries that tell me you don’t care
And that there’s nothing left for me in this world
And that my life is brutally unfair
It’s was never true when I say
I’ll choose to go on breathing day to day.
