A look up high in the sky,
I tear my self up in side,
writing and wondering,
it's just another soundless voice,
I will keep you out and keep it in.

My eyes are too weak to move,
inside my bathroom,
see a reflection that I cant seem to recognize,
in my eyes, in my skin,
my tears are filled with blood,
under the water I'm dying,
on my hands I'm crying.

There aren't paths I haven't crossed,        
Just one bullet, happiness is coming,
no more thoughts, no more pain, no more tears to cry.
I don't have visions of a better day,  
I am lost so far away,
I cant save my self,
not god and no messiah can pull me through,
I just don't want them too.

The water wont cleanse me,
nothing will purify me,      
I will not choose the quicker way,
I will end my life with a smile,
and a torn throat,  

The water turns red,
in my hands,
I sit cold but happy,
All this will end soon,

There are no paths I haven't crossed,        
no more thoughts, no more pain, no more tears,
not god or any messiah can pull me through,
I cant save my self,
I self distracted what is left.