I don't have a home anymore.
They've came and burned it down.
Now I just have my graveyard;
where my soul is locked and bound.

I don't know who I am anymore
for the home is who I was.
Though really I can't say this
for this is something I can't prove.

Open up your eyes
and know that you can't tell
who I am, who they are,
or who we want to be.

Since you don't understand
when I say I want to die,
why don't you sit down
and I'll lead you though my "lies."

There is a deep dark pit,
here inside my soul,
where no matter how warm I am
it still remains cold.

It's not that I hate others
or that I just don't care,
it's just that I don't feel anymore
that you all want me here.

I could not care less
what happens to me now
because I know that even when I'm
you just don't want me around.

I ruin all I touch.
I just mess things up.
I bring all those around me down,
so I just don't come around.

I want to get up
and do things that are productive,
but even if I do,
I know its for no purpose.

You could ask me to just get over it,
but believe me , I've tried.
And every time I fail,
it strengthens my will to die.

So please just go away,
I can no longer try
to explain to you why you can't
just tell others to go die.

Pretty little butterfly
swimming through the sea,
don't you know that you could drown
if you stay too long with me?