I hate the confusion
in my life.
So sick of all the strife
just hand me the knife.
I want to die,
hold the dagger
to my eye.
I'll never be a beggar,
I'll let you kill me if you try.
Give me the gun
Look at all this fun!
Do you see all the scars?
You wouldn't be able to believe it by far.
I act as if
nothing is wrong.
But you've never seen
how my days are so long.
You've never felt the
heart break I feel
or seen the way I wish
it was unreal.
Can I die
and have no worries
about who is by your side?
Leave me missing you behind.
Not have to worry about it
always being in my mind.
Forget your kisses,
and wonder to myself,
"Is she still missing me?"
Never to know
the complete truth
of you.
And to never
understand and me too.
