My time is ticking away.
I can hear the clock dieing with me...

All I can do is smile,
& pretend that I'm ok...

My picture is starting to fade away.
From blue, to brown, to black, to white...

Within each heart beat there is a pain.
For every swallow the pain will gain...

I look into the mirror,
and I don't see my reflection...

Try to see past the scars,
and look within...

Swallow free from will.
Just take the god damn pill...

I'm labeled suicidal,
with the scars on my wrist...

I glance outside my window,
looking past the hedgerow...

You think you can push me around.
Then use me...

Watching my reflection fall and crash,
like a feeling of whip-lash...

The candles's burning low.
I don't wanna go on anymore...