My life is a nightmare, but shown like a dream.
On the outside i smile, on the inside i scream.
Nobody knows what goes on in my head, i wont tell anyone.
I’ll just cut instead
When i slit my wrists its because you died.
now everyday i crave suicide.
We’ve all got the power if we live or we die.
but whats left to life when everyday is a lie?
So every night as I lay in my bed.
I think of the people, and things that i dread.
I know that there are things i can do instead.
But i take these pills with hopes I’ll be dead.
My life is a nightmare, but shown like a dream.
On the outside i smile, on the inside i scream.
Nobody knows what goes on in my head, i wont tell anyone.
I’ll just choke instead