My mind is overwhelmed with thoughts of dying,
And I'm sick and god damned tired of trying.
All of these nights I've spent staying up alone, crying,
But to face a new day with more and more lying.
Who will save me from the demons?
They sure as hell have their reasons.
Oh, these demons,
They most definitely have their reasons.
What's killing me
Is that you can't see
How much it's hurting me
Why can't you see?
If one day I woke up happy, it would be a blessing.
In the arms of a lover, their hands caressing.
Caressing me, oh what a blessing
Would it be to have someone caressing me.
