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I don't feel like myself anymore |
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I run my fingers over open sores |
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Self administered lethal injection |
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Snow white powder in my reflection |
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Watch it dissolve into hallucinations |
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I can see it all in clouded visions |
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I want so much to cause this pain |
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I want so much more to take it away |
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I leave a white trail of life for death to follow |
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Had to get high to get so low |
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Bury myself in sorrow |
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Had to fill my veins to feel so hollow |
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Toxify to realize |
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That deep inside it's all a lie |
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It feels so good I want to die |
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Don't care enough to say goodbye |
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The razor takes two forms of agony |
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One is clouded, one is sanity |
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Drag it along the veins I polluted |
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My thoughts are clean, the blood is diluted |
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I don't care what kills me as long as I die |
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Take it away, can't live another day |
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Sometimes I don't even feel like myself anymore |
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I run my fingers over bruising skin and open sores |
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I can't believe I never thought of this way out before |
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In a pool of blood I lay near death upon the floor |
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Heightened contempt for all the things about myself I hated |
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Tighten my fists, and hold my breath until the feelings faded |
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Every alternate path to sate my wrath's been contemplated |
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It seems of all life offers, death is the least complicated |
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I don't care what kills me as long as I die |
