If its, the small things,
That make my life worth living,
Then this, is it,
For nothing could make me commit.
My will, to this life,
See death just feels so right,
And In your eyes,
I see my suicide,
You can’t deny.
I’m hell,
Itself,
An angel,
That just fell,
Twisted minds,
Inside,
A soul maligned,
With a heart refined.
And loving you,
I can’t bring myself to,
Do what I must do,
And let myself slip through.
