I sit here and let my life pass by
Wishing every moment i'd die
People say their life is worse than mine
They say my life is just fine
They don't know the things i say and do
And the kind of things that i've been through
My life is a piece of crap
Nothing but a fucking trap
I've thought of committing suicide
In my mind i run and hide
I don't like the things i think about
Will i ever quit it, i doubt
This is the way i'll live my life out
Being afraid of the things i think about
Afraid of the emotions built up inside
Starting to think that my soul has died
Nothing left left but a shadow on the ground
That it's no where to be found
Slowly my heart turns to stone
There's not a single light shown
My heart dies off slowly as the days go by
I'm waiting for my heart to die
When this all happens, where will i be?
Will i be in heaven where i'm free
Or will i be down in hell
This only time will tell
My future lies within my own hands
Only i can decide where my life stands
I guess I'll wait for the end to come
To see what my life shall become.
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