It's built on my face this frown,
I see it now more than before,
I'm slowly sinking I'm going down,
But it doesn't matter anymore.

Why am I calling to death willingly?
I want it to come and take me away,
Its already slowly started killing me,
But I want it to be that way.

I really don't want to stick around,
Everyone's driving m insane,
They don't kiss the ground I walk on,
Instead they cause the pain.