Insecurity- this time it's got the best of me
Apathy- this time I think it's killing me
Try to scream- but I can't make any noise
Try to breathe- but the breath has lost my voice
There has got to be a better way
Some way to get rid of this fucking pain
Is my future in a razor blade?
Sometimes suicide isn't so insane
Bad memories- so I drink to forget
But you see- all I lose is self respect
No control- no more goals and no more aim
Blackened soul- everyday it feels the same
Can't face the boredom that everyday brings
I'm feeling guilty for an uncommitted crime
Left dangling from a puppeteer's strings
My body's free but my mind is doing time
Suicide- everyday a soul is lost
Justified- I think I'll carry my own cross
Bedside note- sory mother if you cry
But life's a joke- so I think today, I'll just lay down and die