The dark sky fills me with tears,
the loneliness of the air makes me full of fears.
I want to get buried away from this world so no one can hear me cry,
I want to live all alone and i don't want anyone to know how i die.
I'll be too afraid of what they'll think of me when they find out I'm going to commit suicide,
they would probably hate to know thats how i died.
But to be honest I really don't care of what this world thinks of me,
because no one really knows, unless they see.
This world is full of cruel intentions,
In life theres really no extensions.
You live one life and that is all,
after that theres no more places to crawl.
I remember the night I almost killed myself at the lot,
I actually thought i was ready to die and rot.
But deep inside of me I know i wasn't ready,
cause d-e-a-t-h is very deadly.
