Catch me falling, as my are slipping, I'm losing my and, I'm myself.
I my back breaking, This I'm taking, This is destroying, My pride.
God, I for suicide, I hate these I hate this life. I'm not worth it, you said, I'm off alone, I'm better off dead.
Tie my rope, and kick chair, I'll die alone, you're not there. I'm on my knees, and I breathe, You know, you my everything.
is my crucible, And I'm myself. is my crucible, I'll let this pain fucking rip me to shreds!
I'm sick of feeling, I'm of retreating, I'm to fight, And I'm to die.
You that you own me, you think you me, I my dear, that living a lie.
Dragged hell, To be anew. This was the cell, that I've now through.
I'm in blood, but now I'm capable. Of death, is my crucible.
You my albatross. My "loving" lying, albatross.
Is self-harming sin, if I'm inside? Is self-hatred wrong when tears in my eyes? Is it to die, if I'm buried alive? Is it living if I, can't my own life?
God, I for suicide, I these thoughts I hate this life. I'm not worth it, you said, I'm off alone, I'm better off dead.
Tie my rope, and this chair, I'll die alone, you're not there. I'm on my knees, and I breathe, You know, you my everything.
Is self-harming sin, if I'm dying Is self-hatred wrong when there's in my eyes? Is it to die, if I'm buried alive, Is it living if I, cannot feel my own
is my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, I'll let this pain rip me to shreds!