What can I say,
this can't be real...

I could've went down,
in the river to drown...

If life is like a movie, well, I think you should...
that mine is not some funny picture show...

I've fought and I've clawed,
and I've tried for so long...

It feels like I'm broken,
my chest cut wide open...

I want out of this life,
that's why I'm writing this letter...

It seems like every night while I'm lying in bed,
I lift up another prayer that by morning I'm dead...

When I hear the sirens,
I pray they're for me...

I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...

I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...

Oh no, I think that I'm broken,
I scream, but I'm too soft spoken...

Been holding on for a while,
to a brand new smile...