Packing up my bags,
i look back at the memories...

Watch as it all fades away,
my little world turns to grey...

Every time i turn around,
its as if i have a new problem and i end up flat...

As the day passes by,
i think of your name and wonder why...

Six months you say i have left,
because you cant handle such a bad kid...

I'll take my life,
I'll take it tonight...

All this pain gets tangle up inside me,
all that i lack is what you see...

Flunked out of this life,
left here to die...

This pain, this pain still remains,
it never leaves my side...

Sad to say,
I'm going away...

Run from this mess,
run really fast...

Drowning in this sorrow,
lost in my own forest...