Sadly I wished that I was dead today,
You could see it on my face.
I don't know why I keep on staying, vigilant.
And I did no crime, I paid a fee.
But that fee wasn't meant, for me.
What must one do to maybe be forgiven?
I am dying, inside.
As they throw me in a fire.
And the mirth, she gets me high.
I'm still dying, inside
I'm sick of being, so goddamn kind
When everybody, hurts my mind
But how can they stare into their, mirror?
And then they tore me up, so easily
They never stopped, to think of me.
They didn't know the fee was getting, dearer
I am dying, inside.
As they throw me in a fire.
Though the mirth, she gets, me high.
I'm still dying inside.
I am dying, inside.
And I'm no longer, getting, high.
And the mirth, she made, me blind.
To the pain, she caused, inside.
Yeah, I'm dying, inside.
I am dying
I wished I was dead today
Maybe, death will come my way...
