How I Grow Tiresome Of This Life Of Mine
I Grow Weaker Without Any One There For Me
This Life Has Brought Me Nothing But Pain And Misery
But Really Why Should I Go On With My Life
There’s Nothing Good To Wake Up To
There’s Nothing For Me To Look Forward To
My Wrist’s Bleed From This Knife
That Now Lies On The Cold Floor
Soaked In My Blood…
What Have I Done…
Was This The Right Thing To Do?
Is It Really My Time?
Am I Really Ready To Die?…
But I Look Back On My Life
I May Have Thought I Had Some Happy Times
But They Really Weren’t Happy
As Far Back As I Can Remember
I Have Been Alone Trapped Away From All
Its Like The World Has Turned It Back On Me
And All Hope Is Lost…
All I Wanted Was Happiness
And To Be Loved
But I Grow To Weak To Defend Myself
Myself From These Thoughts Of My Own Death…
Oh How Sweet My Death Shall Be
The One Thing I Ever Wanted Was To Be In Love
If You Really Cared About Me
You Would Have Seen This Coming
I Scream Out In The Crisp Cool Nigh Air
The Sky Shines So Bright
Like If There Was Some Hope Left
But Its To Late My Burning Soul Slowly Burning Out
Like A Fire With No Fuel Left To Burn
I Let Out My Cry Of Pain And Sorrow
But What I Really Wanted To Know Is
Why Would You Want To Do This To Me?
