Here I am, at my worst, fallen to my knees.

Broken down, ripped apart, completely deceived.

Tear stained cheeks. Broken skin.

Starving my body and soul, I’m deadly thin.

The bags under my eyes are as dark as the night.

I’m too weak to call you. I’m to worn to fight.

My wrists are slashed with red. My arms are stamped with black and blue.

I try to distract myself, but all my thoughts keep on coming back to you.

I’m slowly and painfully wasting my life in a torturous way.

I don’t want to speak to you ‘cause I don’t know what to say.

Just look at me, a freak under heartbreak’s cruel spell.

I’m trapped in this so-called life that’s an alias of hell.

You should have murdered me when you broke my heart in two.

‘Cause my life’s pretty damn pointless if it doesn’t include you.

My wrists are slashed with red. My arms are stamped with black and blue.

My so-called life’s pretty damn pointless if it doesn’t include you.

Oh my so-called life.

Oh

My so-called life.

Oh