I want to die, or run away.
I want to be loved madly, and stay awake
throughout the night holding onto a hand that's not mine.
I want to cry a sea of despair
in the midnight sun reflection.
I want to die, or run away from this ****** up world.
I'm preparing myself to get killed
by drugs or something else.
I'm getting ready to be heartbroken once more.
I'm ready to die from sadness
and destroy my entire face by falling tears.
I just wanna die again and again.

I've been broken so many times,
the only thing alive in me are my hands.
My eyes are unable to see new faces.
My mouth is tired of loveless kisses
and getting ****** by a stranger.
My ***** is wet, but I feel regret.
Sometimes my legs and lungs don't work,
so I have to mistreat them.
My veins claim rest, my heart is aching.
I just want to die, or pretend to perish.