I'm so numb of all these thoughts of hope, teasing me, slowly abandoning me.
Every night I'm trying to sleep, the pain inside too deep, voice whispers "leave."
I look at myself, and what do I see, the beautiful boy, turned something ugly.
If there's a hell, it would be a comfort, to kill myself and to go there, so why live?
It's sick what this world has done to me!
I wanna shred my skin off, to see what's underneath!
Am I all, I ever can be, or why I'm feeling weak?
If I ever lived one single day, why I now can't breath?
Feeling down. (Embrace inside of darkest cloud)
Let me out. (My heart nowhere to be found)
Your eyes so full of doubt. (Laughing at me)
Your snake strangling my throat. (That's how I feel)
Wicked to see myself as a target to beat.
Me, myself and I, cutting my skin to watch it bleed.
From the day one, I was always to swallow my defeat.
Tried to live, the worst I could, burned my wings,
My whole life, one short and deathly sweep.
