It’s cold when you’re lonely
The sun never seems to warm any part of my body
I miss having someone care about the little things
The things that now matter most
I never would have guessed it would come to this
A time where I really can see ending it all
Sometimes I wonder if it’s me, Am I the one to blame?
It’s dark inside my head most times
I can fake a smile well
Pretend everything is perfect
That I don’t spend all my time alone
The truth of the matter is, there’s no one there at all
Every day I wonder if anyone would care
That I could hurt myself so easy
Without a worry without despair
When night falls in hour’s time
Ill paint a white room red