At this point, I’m not here by choice,
In order to get better, I must reach out, seek help.
Man, I don’t fucking want to,
I don’t want to, the only reason I’m still here,
is because I don’t want to hurt any of you.
I’m not here for me, I’m here for you, but what about my hurt.
I’m not here to live and hope for a better future.
All this is old, inside is nothing but cold.
If I could slip away, believe me, I would.
I’ve been seeking out a way, to disappear.
But every way, on any giving day, requires outside help.
My life is mine and I want my death to be, I wouldn’t want to burden any of you.
I don’t want any of this anymore.
I’m done with writing, I want this,
But hey, you want me around and in your mind,
I have so much to give, and live for,
If that’s so, name my last song.
Don’t fucking tell me, I have so much more to give,
If you don’t actually have a clue, about who I am or what I do and what I’ve been through.