Your all a bunch of phonies

I want to go under suffocation

I really don’t care if I come home bleeding

Its my last resort

I reach to everything to understand

But the chances that I might

Actually usually contemplate suicide

And to tell someone that I am fine

Is just a little too late

Damn all of you

Talking about your own problems

And say its about boys

I feel like losing my sight

And I have already lost my mind

You say nothing is alright

And for sure nothing is fine

So on the inside

I can’t stand this

And you even know I hold this

But for some reason there is no way

To stop all of this

The chances that I might

Utilize my postion

Is just to lose my sight

And just lose my mind

Nothing is alright

And for sure not fine

I can’t go on