I saw you **** yourself slowly,
I'm sure you felt so unholy.
What if  you knew you were going to die?
Would that change anything as you say bye?
Cause I'm sure you don't care at all...

Was I wrong?
I thought you were strong.
The suicide was faster but you still walk around hollow,
I won't follow!
Soulless, heartless and ruthless barely describe us.

Trying to save myself,
but myself keeps slipping away from ourself.
It's all a paradise to be here,
unable to see the puppeteer.
I'm blind and mute but I still feel every painful memory.