i didn't get it
i mind as well quit
my heart doesn't need a beat
i admit defeat

i lie to myself
saying "i don't need any wealth"
or, "I'm pretty no matter what"
but still i give myself another cut

my tears are all dried
i havent cried
not yet at least
soon all will be ceased

your eyes don't lie
you want me to die
at least you words don't
i hope you won't

maybe you'll regret
or maybe toll just forget
you crushed my heart
quicker than you can throw a dart

so,
ill get a rope
clean my cuts with a soap
stand on a stool
and wear a sweater made of wool

jump gracefully
end the chase finally
freedom
here i come