Today I sat down and cried
Thinking that i should have died.
I'm drowning in my own tears as i go to sleep,
Drowning in the pain and I'm in way to deep.
Psycho is what someone called me
They said I'm not right in the head, is what I must be.
Sooner or later I'm going to drown in my own tears,
Knowing I'll never beat my fears.
I must be weak,
Cause I cried myself to sleep every night this week.
So take away my soul
And dig a hole,
A hole of my last resting place.
So I no longer have to bury my face
In my tears
And my fears!
