They won't care
until you're hanging from the robe you knotted yourself
they won't care
until you're choking on the handful pills you swallowed
they won't care
until you've put the gun in your mounth and pulled the trigger
they won't care
until you've cut so deep the blood is pouring from your writst
they won't care
until they have to clean up the mess you left behind

nobody cares
until you take your last breath
nobody cares
until you're six feet under

Shall I break all my bones to sing my song

Will I learn how to set the fire on

before them

How can you

As they hold your writst

hard

The poison in their heart

Makes your fingerprints weak

A gift

I was

Burning bright

Now the smoke is on my way

Shall I

No

I long to be heard

How can words not feel this heavy in their tongue

While it crushes me