i've always wanted to die
ever since 4th grade
even when i'm happy
i'm nonexistent if dead
so why be alive?
but i breathe instead
in this cozy grave i made
i just don't wish to transfer my pain
so i keep inside of my veins

but as i grow older,
my bones frail
love feels colder
sing "sweet nightingale"
makes me a bit bolder,
it's easier to bail
with a devil on my shoulder
demons drift me off to hell

i was frozen
you broke me free
that wasn't the life i've chosen
dragged me out to sea
you should've drowned me

we die as we are born,
vulnerable and torn
you create too much,
leave people in the dust
we live as we die
smile and cry
it's not worth this
life isn't a gift but
i'm too scared to drift

back to sea