You notice it wouldn't happen, it's not a reality
You notice you're a failure, you notice that you're me.
At night I cry myself to sleep in tears
I understand why I hide because I'm afraid of all my fears.
I stay locked behind the door
Not really wanting to live anymore.
I'm depressed, I guess that's what doctors would say,
I'm not really sure if I'll live another day.
They think I'm crazy, messed up in the head,
But really, I'd rather just be dead.
I stay in my house, locked within my room.
But, I'd rather, be sleeping in my deathly tomb.
They think I'm antisocial, they want to see what inside me ticks,
But do you know what I think, I think they're all big pricks.
I would like to do something very smart
Maybe plunge a knife, deep within my heart.
This is probably where I'm bound,
But I'd rather be six feet underground.
People when they see me, may think I'm having a bad day,
Little do they know, I always feel this way.
I sit and shake at night while I'm in bed
But really I'd rather be dead.
Everybody thinks I'm fine, I'm great
Little do they care about my wanted fate.
Everyone ignores me, while I'm walking by,
But that's okay, I think I'd rather die.
It kind of makes you wander, if this is just a scheme,
If this is real or another demented dream?
You may think it's fantasy, not a reality.
But BANG and I'm gone for eternity.
 
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