What can I say,
this can't be real...

I don't wanna rhyme today,
but I had to write this verse...

I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...

It's hard to ignore all the pain in my chest,
this doubt in my mind, can I ever find rest...

When I hear the sirens,
I pray they're for me...

It seems like every night while I'm lying in bed,
I lift up another prayer that by morning I'm dead...

I want out of this life,
that's why I'm writing this letter...

It feels like I'm broken,
my chest cut wide open...

I've fought and I've clawed,
and I've tried for so long...

It's hard to believe,
I'm alone in this bed...

Got me wishin' that these lesions would start...
but it seems they want to stay 'cause I'm still...

Wake up every day feeling like I'm cursed,
every single second it just gets worse...