im sick,
burn my wick,
so that it will end,
then we can pretend,
that i was never really here,
and no one will try and hold me dear,
because the pain is far to much to take,
and its adventually going to make me break,
this is all far to much for one man to hold alone,
i think its going to adventually rip right down to the bone,
so take me far away from the place called home that i hate,
because the wick is all burned up and everything is far too late

“Sometimes people say i’m mean.
Or as heartless, I can be seen.
But what most people don’t know is my story.
Because if they knew, they’d probably worry.
Nobody knows my thoughts, and maybe it’s for the best,
So adventually, the demons inside me can get some rest.”