I can never seem to get rid of this pain,
I'm always drowning in all this rain,
People all tell me I'm just in a rut,
But it's always dark outside and the blinds are always shut,
Tears trickle down my face as blood flows down my wrist,
Oh what I wouldn't give for the reaper's sweet kiss,
That sweet kiss of death that I long for so much,
Yet life somehow manages to maintain its clutch,
So I push on, hoping from this pain I'll be set loose,
But as each day goes by, I get closer to the noose.