Song: better off dead sleeping with sirens
Hearts in pain
Eyes of sadness.
Like a car crash I cant turn away.
Pills of snow.
Blurry vision
Spinning rooms.
The smell of vomit
The feeling of heart break.
A feeling of hopelessness
A hatred of society.
The worry of never being good enough
And then it all goes black.
White walls and room too clean
Machinery beeping and I sigh.
I hear a gasp and turn to the side
He's sitting there with the face of pain.
The tears are streaming
Theres no going back now.
Attempts don't work
Nothing will save me now.
I look around and see no one else.
Why care for a little outcast like me?
Who would care if I'm gone right
I want it to be over.
It's like a thousand paper cuts
Dipped in vinegar.
They've turned numb
And I can't find an escape.
A burning feeling of shame and rage.
It was supposed to work.
I'm supposed to be dead!
