My blood is boiling
I can't hold it in...

Writing used to be easy
I would put ink onto paper...

There once was an apple tree
Where I could sit and think...

My lungs are tired from all the air
In and out through the nose...

Shiftless, black and torn
My world crumbles...

Happy birthday
I know its late...

I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know where I am...

The feeling ferments in the room
As the sun shatters along the horizon...

The sky is dark and my heart is cold
I guess i wasn't worth it not for you to hold...

I slit my wrist
the blood pours...

One:
Living out your life to find the best...

If i died will you remember me
If i died would you blame yourself...