You control what to say, you control what to do.
Your friends are broken, because of you.

You blame it on trauma,
You blame it on depression.
What more is out there,
Destroying yourself of obsession?

To what...
To push yourself to edge you don't want to go.
You're guilty, you're in vain.
"Oh I will change to nullify this pain".

What a theatre you're building.
What a stage your playing.

I know you want to die,
I know you don't want to hurt your friends.
Why everything has to be a lie?
A façade, just to meet your end.

You describe yourself like you deserve pity,
as if you have a large dramatic history.

If you want to do it, just do it.
Don't ever take any single one person with you.
Don't hug everyone while the fire is burning.
Don't drag them in your pain, you're feeling.

It does not do anything good,
You're ruining your own image.
Distrust, mishaps will happen.
Everything will be a scrimmage.

I'm not convincing to **** yourself,
neither not to **** yourself.
I'm just saying, this is your own problem.
You, yourself only has to be fallen.

Set yourself an eye,
as for You is I.