Hoping the world would end
So I won't have to take a Razor
Or I could just starve myself
Till I will emaciate and disappear into the thin air
I hope for a painless death
So I can actually get the peace I want.
So I locked up myself in a dark room
With a razor on the only thing aside from me in the room
Instead of using it to cut myself open
I used it to count days till I'm going to be set free from the dark things of my past.
I welcomed depression with open hands
Let the traumas and anxieties say yes to things for me
I know I will never be free
When will it all end
I crave for the peace he only could give
But sadly, he wouldn't take me IN......
