On a cool spring day,
I feel the tears stream down my face,
Still wondering why I scream,
And waste my breath,

You'll never listen, and even when you do,
The next day you don't remember a thing I've said,
So theres simply no point in wasting,
The little air I've got left,

Now, the day the oxygen ceases to flow to your head,
Thats the day I'll be happy again,
Things will be okay once you're dead,
And as harsh as it may be to hear these words coming off of my tongue with such ease,
You're slowly driving me closer to insanity.