Sometimes, at night, I lie awake and reach for the glass
Hoping that, maybe, I can erase the past
It would be so easy to make everything go away
I don't want to stay
So why should I?
Why should I keep living this lie?
Everyday a new smile, something to keep me from crying
Because I am dieing, I am dead
You all make it so hard to live
I have nothing left to give
