let my life down |
Why did I pick up the phone if I knew I wouldnt...
Now im dead I feel so free
How I died is quite a story...
I hate you
You taunt me...
No I hate myself
I even made myself bleed...
Every time it gets a little deeper
Every time I spilt more...
As darkness falls I rise against
I prefer the light I struggle and crawl...
I feel fake
I wear these happy feelings like a mask...
Hi im the guy you beat up last week
Im the guy you see kicked in the street...
Dear whoevers unlucky enough to read this letter
I will never see you again ever...
Every time it gets a little deeper
Every time I spilt more...