Dead inside I am.
Dead I am.
Pain is only in my head where my demons live.
Daily doses of lies. "I'm good" "I'm always good (fake smile)"
Death use to be something of fear for me.
Now I don't know the difference between living and dieing.
Are we living to die?
Or are we dieing to live?
Dead inside I am.
I am dead.
Visuals of the bottom of a lake and how long it'll take me to reach the bottom.
How hurt will my mother be?
Dead inside I am.
I am Dead.
Feelings are nothing more than a tease of what I believe to be the key to happiness.
That happiness is when you finally get to lay in a casket or be cremated into a ern.
Dead inside I am.
I am Dead.
Why feel anything?
No pills needed for me to not feel.
Only takes one thing to make sure that smile of mines turns to rain.
And it to me is worst than death.
I will live until my final day here.
I will remain the same.
Dead inside I am.
I am Dead.