You that inside i have already died,
Now you wonder why, I try suicide.
Bleeding, begging to be set free,
I hate being the living dead, i hate being me!
Do you know what its like, waking everyday..
Feeling no heart beat, your hurt never going away?
Do you know what is like to feel..
Absolutely nothing, like nothings real...
If you do, you'll understand why,
Why i want to end this, Why i want to die!
SO let me end it, let me lie,
Let me sit, and let me cry!
Because i am sick of dying,
Sick of only crying!
Sick of being half dead,
sick of having endless thoughts, running through my head!
You know that i am living with a wilting heart,
Knowing how many times it been ripped and torn apart!
So let me make my own choice, Let me take my life,
Just let me lie bleeding, with my only friend, my knife!
