I wouldn't mind if my world came crashing down. Nothing matters and there isn't anything for me in this run down town.
If this is the epitome of my life.
Then I don't find it ironic that living is making me die.
Waking up with too much weighing on my mind.
I wouldn't mind if I stopped breathing tonight.

I'm dying to hear your voice.
Don't answer your phone because I might be saying goodbye.
Rope on a ceiling fan.
Feet on a steady chair.
Close my eyes.
Sudden stop.
This is the last Goodbye.
I swear.
I'm just not alright.

I know
It seems at times that I'm fine
I'm fighting demons.
Hands tied tight.
I'm losing this fight.
No one at my side.
Please just let me die in my sleep tonight.
Something's not right.