In the beginning, I had the foolish habit to believe,
But that was only silly and naive.
Now I've stopped wishing for good things,
Cause I've learnt those are hardly ever what life brings.
I've had my heart broken in so many ways,
And after all this time, there's still nobody answering my prayers,
My thrust has been shaded, my kindness abused,
Every day, I feel more and more used.
The darkness has become a part of my life,
I'm getting used to the feeling of my knife.
And when I'm feeling cold and alone,
It is to the darkness that I want to go home.
I just can't seem to figure it out,
The thing that life is really about.
I've gone through it all, love, hate and treason,
For me, life simply has no more reason.
So, tomorrow, when you pass a grave and see my name,
Remember I've got only myself to blame.
But don't cry, I was never scared to die,
Because it couldn't possibly be worse than living this horrible lie.
