Let my eyes dry out from staring into yours.
I never want to blink because you'll be gone.
Dehydration is my best friend.
I'd rather die than be alone.

I'll find the reapor before I find love.
He'll stalk and wait for my final breath.
I see him out of the corner of my eye.
Laughing as I'm killing myself from the inside.

I am a magnet attaching myself.
To anything somewhat similar to me.
Because I'm so scared to be alone,
That I'd rather get hurt constantly.

My life consists of a personal war.
Constantly surrendering to depression.
Convincing myself I'm not enough for those around.
I'm not enough.

I want to die.
The reapor is my own hands.
The reapor is the rope that I have tied.
Let this be the last word I say, goodbye.