voices in head, saying I'd be better off dead.wake up in the morning not wanting to get out of bed. what will it take for this to stop, so many painful memory's coming in boiling hot.
I know I'm not mentally stable, but that will never stop me. and when the time comes, you'll be the one rotting. wipe all those tears away, and make sure to put on a smile. because no body really care about you struggling times, so foul.
you try and try and end up at square one, you yell and scream and say these words I will never get the job done. and then as the final string snaps, you're always stabing me in the end, because nobody wants to see a living girl dead.