left in the back seat.

Hope

I used to have dreams

I used to have hope

But I've just died

In so many ways

Secrets make you sick

So i guess I'm sick

I talk to a therapist

To figure this out

I admit i might be mental

But I'm

Ok

Maybe i should just leave

Cause i have no reason to stay

God made me by accident

So I'm just a failure

And now i go to the fiery depths of hell.

Take my dreams

Hopes

And art works away

Cause i don't need them

I don't need love

Or care

Or especially your pity

Cause ill just go

Life will procead as before

And i just won't be no more.