The party is just getting started when I die.

I thought I was the mistake... Maybe the mistake was talking and trusting in you.

I should keep my head down, and mouth shut, so no one knows I'm unhappy and about to commit suicide...because of all of you.

Everything is wrong. nothing is right.

I'm ready to forget, but not to forgive

Some may say I should be afraid and not my get my hopes up.

I want a blade to cut deep in my skin, but I'm afraid to show it.

The day I'm dead is the day that people see me and care.

There's a reason for everything. Just like there's a reason I'm about to commit suicide.

Flip on a switch, and pretend like everything's fine