I just don’t understand why I was put here on this earth
Why didn’t my mom and dad just leave me dead to berth?
Less than a year old and in a hearse wouldn’t have been a curse
Now so old and all I can feel is my heart burst

The girl who I thought I knew isn’t what I thought
She is taking over my thoughts and everything I am not
Death would be so great right now and it’s true
The things ive wished ive had, but now all I want to do is turn blue

To be buried so deep that I will never see light again
And not have to worry about shit until I ever breathe again
I want to hear the laugh of the devil deep in my ears
Drinking a fifth of absinth and all I hear is more cheers

To be in my own world to where I have no feeling
To have my nerves dead to the world and knee deep to the ceiling
Go ahead and put my head in the guillotine
Make my pain go away like some sort of routine

Nail the coffin with steel so that death is all I will ever feel
I should have followed my brother and decided to deal
At least I wouldn’t have had any cares in the world
And no girl to ever picture dancing and doing a twirl

So take all that material shit and shove it up your ass
I don’t want anything from any one of you except for you to pass
Go ahead now and step near me and your flesh will cut from the glass
I want to hear your cries, and then you will understand my past

(hook 2x)
But even then you will be hard to understand
That even though I am suicidal I would never hurt myself man
Who the fuck would I be helping if I killed my life with my hand
Yeah I know you don’t get it and you never will, but I will stand

(dolla-bill)
sometimes i jus feel like...cuttin, i jus might
at my neck wit da blade...i wanna end life tonight
but i cant go through, so i grab my piece
insert tha bullet into, not lettin any regrets get to me
pull once, my shit click...twice, it click again
worndein if it hurts worst than stabbin myself wit a pen
but then again i pause, feels like im waitin too damn long
momz keep fussin, wish i had a mute button to push on
then i realize im 15, suicide is tha wrong thing
tears are formin, demons are swomin...maybe dats what it seems
lookin death in tha face through tha form of a gat
if i do die, who at tha funeral?, who really got my back
they dont carry me when im down, jus like da hataz did jesus
but when im helpin them they got me, jus like da hataz did jesus
so muthafuckin emotional right now i can scream
i pull tha trigga tha last time *BOOM*...but it was all a dream