As I stare out my window,
I think I might die.
This pain that's inside me,
It grows harder to hide.
As I start fading away
From a small silver blade,
I leave nothing behind me
To show that I've stayed.
And now as I linger,
I can't help but see
What my life would've been...
If only I was...
Me.
I think I might die.
This pain that's inside me,
It grows harder to hide.
As I start fading away
From a small silver blade,
I leave nothing behind me
To show that I've stayed.
And now as I linger,
I can't help but see
What my life would've been...
If only I was...
Me.
