I am so far gone.
Nothing else means anything to me anymore...

How can so many people want me to live,
when indeed myself, I want to die...

If I try to understand myself,
It's like falling into sin...

I say perfect when compared to something...
because even though it's pretty...

What would I do,
if I was to abstain from seeing you...

As I sit alone on the floor,
I watch my wrists as the blood pours...

Walking all around,
on dirt known as dead ground...

Lying on my bed...
Wishing I was dead...

These scars still bleed, they never heal,
my life is fake, my death is real...

In your caravan I use to watch you sleep,
well, pretend to anyway...

You said that i was too good for you,
well you were right, because that is true...

She stares into her imagination,
lost in a fake world of happiness...