I'm sort of dieing,
Sort of losing my mind...

I hate what I am when I'm angry,
I hate what I am when I cry...

I love the way it makes me feel,
Each time I see your face...

Hate me if you want to,
Try and kill me if you dare...

What's with the arguements,
What's with the lies...

I'm sick of the way they treat me,
The way they think I'm their slave...

Lost inside, inside my mind,
losing every person near me...

I'm sick of living,
I'm sick of lies...