Here I stand Not feeling anything But I don't know why My tears keep flowing
My loved ones are the ones Who hate me the most And I don't have anyone That I can trust the most
They tell me to die I wish I could fly So that I could fly to a place Far away from here And have some peace
The voices in my head are Are not coming to a stop The clock is ticking
And all I do is lay in my bed Praying that soon i'll be dead So that they can be happy Without seeing my face
So that i'll no longer have to be in this race.
I'm hoping that I die soon While I'm looking at the moon
But what's the point now? If I'm already dead.