What's it to you?
What I do
It's my choice to wreck myself
I don't want help
Who needs mental health
When I've got the darkness to befriend me
You can stop pretending
Fading away
No last words to say
Who would listen anyway
Why cry
When I die
There's no use in faking it
When it's clear
I'm not making it
There's nothing you can do
No changing it
So why try to fix me
When broken is what I want to be
