Shes got suicidal tendencies
Yet cant see the ones inside of me
Cant get ride of these tendencies
I'm living with them forever
Up on the roof
Searching for some proof
A reason for existing
Couldn't find one so I'm free falling
Maybe the person staring back at you in the mirror is lying :/
Call me a liar
I don't deserve to be alive:/
Call me a hypocrite
I don't wanna live this life:/
Fuxk you an all your opinions
I dont give a sh×t bout em
Call me perfect
But I don't believe it
Cross eyed
Dont come save me
I wanna die
Who am I to decide?
