Day by day I sit and cry
thinking about how much I wanna die
why does all this happen I ask
why cant i just get rid of the past
night by night I sit and think
wishing that my whole world would just sink
do I deserve what happens to me
all the cold thoughts I have, you must not see
day by day it gets worse and worse
I wonder if its just some kind of curse
do you notice all the things you do
it makes me hate my life, hate me, even hate you
