I'm dying tonight
but that's alright
I'm so imperfect
I'm a sickening site
how am I suppose to free when i am dying
i sin everyday and falling further away
how am i suppose to get back on path
when it's so dark i can't even laugh
tears are falling
I’m going insane
why do i have to be this imperfect thing
why can't i be sane
i see those people dying on the street
sometimes i ask why isn't that me
I’m so unhappy, so alone
the people around me don't even come close
to the pain i feel
its so real
tonight the night
I'm gonna do it alright
die right here and the fears be clear
cause i can't look in the mirror
I’m such a pathetic site
crying out,
scream in fright
all i ask is for that hand in site
of that beautiful one called Jesus Christ
to help me wash these sin away
so the pain will leave me some day