slowly but painfully I cry,
Why must I die in my dreams ,
it seems only sadness keeps me alive ,
schemes of cutting my throat with a knife to die,
slowly but painfully I cry.
I close my eyes , I don’t see a thing ,
maybe because my eyes are closed, or is it because my life is cold ,
either one I rather die told that I was dirt instead of gold,
because gold is shiny, rich , and worth more , and I am just gloomy, dark, and cold to the core
what the fuck am I living for , pop a click my head spills blood my body drops dead in the floor.