you don't have to live
you can die if you want to
with nothing left to give
you can die if you want to
when you always wonder if...
you can die if you really wanted to

things seemed so bright
as a child in the warm sun
my parents would fight
but that didn't stop me having fun
things got so bad
that i no longer cared
i used to be so mad
but now they're out of my hair

i'm okay now
walking this strange line
but i still think of how
they thought everything was fine
as i crumbled beneath
the covers each & every night
i'd hang a dead wreath
on the decaying door of my mind