Now deep inside my head,
There are tiers that I will never cry.
Death became my obsession
Life is one depression
I'm screaming- while I'm alone,
Nothing but my own
Blood running down in rivers
Fool of tiers.

Your killing me-
And I don't have to kill myself.

I'm falling, I'm coming
Towards anther day of
Crying. And I don't have to kill my self.
Right?
I don't have to kill myself.