You'er tired of getting tied, to a tied rope.
Tie a little tighter, balanced your life on tight rope.
The looks of a cold slit, your smile just sold it, I count the bullets.
Don’t say sorry.

Memories just fade, you gave it way, changing every day.
Chest concave's, you look away, you don’t feel the same.
Self harm kills, but you reflect the feels, I add the pills.
Don’t say sorry.

Sleep better when you cry, "I'm okay" is a lie, you're scared to die.
But who am I, someone to reply, you hope for an early flight.
A long fall, too frigged, no loose change, no wishes, I count all the bridges.
Don’t say sorry.

A ****** scene, in disbelief, memories clean.
Kitchen ware on the sheets, hear distant screams, your mind was mean.
If my name was Blessings, you counted with expressing, of how life was depressing.
I'm sorry.