You can't even begin to see the pain behind my eyes.
Your soul has never known the torture I have in my life.
Everyone I love doesn't care that I exist.
They secretly wish that I would die and I long to grant their wish.
So I take a knife to my wrist and slice it through my vein.
And now my pain and suffering is flowing down the drain.
And as I lay beneath the dirt, I hear your wailing song
But it's too late for your sympathy, for I am already gone.
