It's that time of the night
When I want to curl up and die
Watch my life unfold before my eyes
As I can hear my own cries.
There is a cry for help
When all this pain can be felt
And all my blood can be smelt
Well, my cards have been dealt
Give me a reason to go on
The war in my mind has been fought
The right side hasn't won
And for that, I won't be missed when I'm gone.
