You laugh when you torture me.
I smile like it doesnt matter...
Depressed 17 year old
barley passed grade 12...
Forgotten...left behind
Those two words describe me...
Tear my life up like a piece of paper,
And throw it all away...
Getting caught up in a web of delusions drives me...
Trying to please everyone all in vain...
Too many nights have I wasted in silence,
Too many times have I cried to my pillow...
Deserving to care, but I really can't.
Exploitation of these pills won't let me rest...
Soul swiftly sweep away
For no longer can you dwell...
Looking in the mirror, I see what I've done,
a million red lines, some old some new, spread out...
I haven't got the nerves for it anymore
I will walk myself to the door...
She clutches her doll tightly to her chest
And walks out into the cold dark night...
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do...