The pierce of a blade never felt so good, a rush of blood.. no one thought I would.
I'm past the emotions and the tears, sick of the fighting and my fears.
All this time I've wrote these songs, my life has been following right along.
I write my future, my present, and past, I didn't think the end would come this fast. But now I lie here on the floor, wondering if I could've done something more.
Anything to prevent this tragic end, maybe if I could rely on a friend?
But it's hard to talk when they won't understand, or say that they'll help cuz they think that they can
No one could save me from this darkness inside, it won't go away cuz lord knows I've tried.
Let me fade from this world with no remorse, or fall asleep inside my pale white corpse.
Whichever suits your afterlife thoughts, just be sure to visit where my body rots. And be happy for me cuz I've finally broke free, from this painful life of misery.