I hate it when they say,
some stupid cliche...

It seems as if you're gone, never to return,
I'm stuck here alone with my heart to burn...

I'm willing to kill,
myself to feel...

Got me wishin' that these lesions would start...
but it seems they want to stay 'cause I'm still...

I look on the inside,
pain is all I see...

Have you ever tried, have you ever lied,
have you ever died, thanks to suicide...

I know that you don't care,
of that I am aware...

I have one question that I'd like to ask to you,
and to this question I'd like an answer too...

I've been calling your name,
out in my dreams...

I lived another day,
to kneel down and pray...

Another day of this sorrow,
another day of this pain...

I don't wanna rhyme today,
but I had to write this verse...