Mostly I feel as if I need to release what's on the inside.
To take a sharp object to my wrists and let my body dive.
To the ground in one lifeless thud.
Let me lay lifeless in the mud.
I don't want to get up I don't need to see the rest of my life.
It doesn't matter to me how it goes because I took the way out with a knife.
It's what I needed to do, it's what I wanted.
Always walking with a fake smile is what is flaunted.
I never wanted to live another moment having to deal with any of that.
I would rather cock it load it and listen to my brains go splat.
It's my way out, follow me if you want I won't deny.
That the way I'm heading is down, always an forever never touching the sky.
All my life I just wanted something different I wanted to be someone.
But yet it never happens that way all I can do is be a nobody just a son.
Even that I don't want to be, as it's the life that I'm having to leave.
Since I know that when I leave is when I'll finally succeed.
