I won't get blood on the floor
I'll leave no mess to clean
I hope I haven't made you hate me like I do
Why would anyone like me I just cant see
How do I not disappoint you
When I disappoint me
I want it all to end far to tired to pretend
I've got the strength to leave
Hope no one misses me
Can't say I'll be in a better place
If I do it myself
But I'm tired of praying for death
It doesn't seem to help
Don't cry
Don't shed any tears
I won't leave you with a mess to clean because I've been a mess for years
Maybe I won't do it tonight
Pray for deaths embrace another night
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and feel alright
Its all just a natural progression
When losing the battle to your depression
