Under the pressure I'm broken,
my failures are all self spoken.
In case you don't notice, I am waiting to die.
So just let me wave to you, let me say goodbye.
I've taken the pain and I've take the hurt.
All of my share and more, more than I thought to deserve.
I'll hand it right to you, you only made this harder.
You made my problems and burdens and hurting just that much larger.
If it's life I refuse, than death's what I've chosen.
So please respect my wishes as one of the broken.
Or stop me right now, make this moment worth living.
Somehow make this mountain worth the walking, this ocean worth swimming.