My life is a flower in flames, and I can't blow it out.

I swing with the wind but I can't move forward, I'm sitting like a tree forever stuck in this existence.

But today I'm preparing myself to lose, because I ruin everything.

I will burn myself and watch my flesh set to flames before I see the sun rise, I'm stuck in the dark, in the midnight moon light, tonight I hope to God I don't die but ill set myself on fire like I promised.

Ill be the one to write the last page of my life, ill be the one ending my story, and ill be the one flouting in the river tonight.
But I guess the good news may be that I can't see tomorrow, I can't see tomorrow.

When will my sun rise? When will my eyes open to the light? I'm a depressing paranoid freak but I want my sun light tonight, even tho every day is night, I want my sun rise.

I guess by the end of this letter ill be gutted dry, but I guess by the time you see this ill be at my funeral, ill watch everyone cry but no one cared until now, but I guess ill be in the ground by the time you see this so I hope you visit my grave at least once.

Ill watch over you, I'll make sure you're ok, just like you didn't do for me, and I can't pretend to be more than I am, but ill show the death in me but I guess ill be rotted half way by the time you see this.

I can't embrace a new beginning because I can't control myself, so never more watch me fall at your feet and watch me embarrasses you again and again and again and again.

I hear and see this death inside of me every day, so once my flower is burnt tonight just remember, no one cared before.