Rockabye

Rockabye baby on the treetop,
as the time goes,
expectations will drop,
but i will never reach them,
low or high,
so why not just retire and die?

This is my life now,
dumb and high,
why not be dead,
being alive confuses my head..

From the start,
ive fallen down low,
messed up countless times,
only goodness knows..

Staring in their eyes is always deceiving,
i cannot stand this,
why should i stay breathing?

up and then down,
but latter the majority,
a permanent frown,
now utterly stains me.

So does my tears,
dry they do not,
why be suspended from school,
when you can be suspended up high?

Rockabye baby on the treetop,
as the time goes,
expectations will drop,
but i will never reach them,
low or high,
so why not just retire and die?