She will be partying
I will be drinking

She will be dancing
I will be cutting

She will be laughing
I will be bleeding

She will be talking with others
I will be watched over by others

Because She knows I'm not worth crying over
And I know She was my only and now it's over

How does it feel to dream?
Do you feel judged by your peer?
Because I often do
I often don't want to go with it through

How does it feel to have a vision?
Believe that you have your own mission
Because I like that feeling
But many peoples ears aren't open to hearing

I like it when someone has their own ideas
And when they see things not often like us
It has come to me that we don't have visionaries
And it is with great sadness I say we made it like this

I'm addicted
To sadness

Music is better
When it makes me cry

Starring at the ceiling is better
When I hope I won't get up

Parties are more fun
When I hide my emotions

Dressing up is more exciting
When I cover my scars

Being alive is better
When I cut myself

I wish I could be happy
But I can't
So I'd rather suffer
Than feel nothing at all

They aren't proud of me
They aren't happy to see me
They aren't glad I'm here
They are keeping me alive

They have nothing to be proud of
They have no reason to be happy
They have no glad in them
They just feel bad for me

She doesn't fight for what we had
She doesn't want me back
She doesn't need me
She loves me no more

I offer nothing to fight for
I offer nothing to come back to
I offer nothing of need
I love her to death

I will **** myself

I saw a man standing
Lonely at the hospital gate
Only black he was wearing

Very intrigued I was
Even though I didn't see his face
Saw that he in his hand something had

Eventually I came closer
Laid my hand on his shoulder
Face of his was a skull, the Grim Reaper

"Hey, I didn't come for you yet"
Alas I came to you
Ripped skin on my body was my ticket

Make me dissappear, make me dead