I'm trying to figure out what to do, trying to find a way,
a way to show you how i feel, to say things i need to say.
Every cut on my wrist is because you, because of what you've done,
I feel like I'm getting much weaker and the battle you have won.
I don't wanna be here anymore, i hate the world I'm in,
Just wanna die....go away, for its your heart i cant win.
So tired of trying, tired of waiting, and so sick of all your lies,
Looking for something else better to do, something besides cry.
