Its true, yes it's true
I want to die...

I'm stuck in my head
And I can"t get out...

I can feel my blood
Pumping melodies...

Bad night
Haunting dreams...

My suicide plan
So simple and easy...

My tears are never ending
My secrets hidden...

Everything falls apart
Watch me as I crumble...

When thoughts..
Keep pooping in your head...

Newspaper oh newspaper
Filled with abstract words...

Damped voices within the air
A hungry looking, greedy stare...

My reflection cries ugly
Dirty eyes glare back at me...

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