Sleep deprived and weary-eyed
Thoughts of death and suicide
Hiding the pain and imperfections
Trying to exceed all expectations

Cutting and burning away insecurities
Saying, "I'm fine," and ignoring my feelings
Every day the same as before
Living and breathing becoming a chore

Waiting for something I know will never come
No reason not to pull the trigger of the gun
Waiting and waiting for something more
Running further and further, knocking at death's door

How much longer will I be here they ask me
I say, "I don't know." But I do, I'm just waiting
Five, four, three, two, one come and find me
Or not because if you don't I won't be breathing

Good bye world
You're all better off without me