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

So tell me it's over,
just tell me you're over me...

Every day I wake up,
I'm, caking on this make-up...

I'd open up,
but I'd fall apart...

You know I can't seem to find my way,
it's like you're here but you just won't stay...

I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...

This cover's getting heavier,
these sheets will be my grave...

This dark cloud hanging over me,
it feels like home to me...

The Sun shines bright,
but in my mind it's dark inside...

Oh no, I think that I'm broken,
I scream, but I'm too soft spoken...

So, what's the point in holding on,
if you cannot find a reason...

If it's gotta get worse before it gets better,
well, you know I'm due improvement...