I'm tired of my life already,
Since people think suicide is funny...

Sweet November, full of love,
It's full of kisses and hugs...

It hurts to talk,
It hurts to breathe...

In my mind,
In my dreams...

I can't think like this,
I can't think like that...

They wonder why we want to grow
up...

I'm trying to set free,
But i can't with you still holding on...

It hurts to hear the truth,
It hurts to know the lies...

Car crashes,
Hot flashes...

I never knew
That i would love you...

My heart and mind are so confused,
I don't know if i'm helpful, or am...

I have all these voices in my head,
And they never stop talking...