I’m sick of being wasted space
A big mistake
I’m going to break
I’m sick of feeling all alone
'Cuz on my own
I have no home
I’m sick of being beaten up
Then getting up
I’ve had enough
I’d rather die than wake
And cry a lake
This smile’s fake
I’m sick of being fucking sad
And always mad
My thoughts are bad
I’m sick of living in this Hell
Acting well
Is my prison cell
I’m done being a piece of shit
So now I’ll split
Maybe death is better.
