So many things that i would change
it's getting too hard to deal
I'm killing myself
little by little
it's just too much to take
i hate myself
but i pretend
that things are fine
my friends don't need to worry
not much they could do anyways
it's too late now
I've made up my mind
the bleeding of wrists
the popping of pills
can no longer numb me
the pain is still there
it's too late now
I've made up my mind
if only i
could bring myself to do it
until that day
I'll just pretend
that every things ok
