And the truth of it all
Is that I don't want to be dead
I just want to go to bed
And wake up and hope that life isn't so bad
But I swear with each passing day and nothing is ever the same
That maybe actually being dead would be a much better case
I know I am being selfish and it is up to me
To find some light
But it's so dark and won't you help me find it tonight before I truly decide that this life is not mine?