• Trying to find my own end
    First I make my thoughts unblend
    Constant paranoia creates weights on my back
    Eventually I'll have to start keeping track
    What happened to me
    Why am I not free?

    In my own world of death
    There is nothing left
    Only thoughts and memories
    Their images on dying trees

    Compared to you
    My life is f**k
    My friends are broken
    I'm out of luck
    As I sit here Wallowing
    In self pity that isn't mine
    I remember my life
    And it was fine
    I feel death is necessary
    And it comes now