I've been fading for a long time now…

I've been alone in this crowded hell…

You see these words scribbled on my wall…

Telling you that I was never well.

I'm done with the ceramic smiles,

The glass emotions and

The hearts of tile.

I'm done with the drying glue,

And now that I am shattered

Maybe this time I'm through.

Am I really giving up this life,

Or am I trading death for death

With this suicide?

Am I really selfish for

Thinking I'm right,

Or am I really just tired

Of silent, morose nights?

I'm tired of these nights.

I've been drowning for a long time now…

Barely breathing in this iron shell…

There's nasty pictures hanging from the walls-

Made of festering wounds and everlasting calls.

I'm done with the ceramic smiles,

The glass emotions and

The hearts of tile.

I'm done with the drying glue,

And now that I am shattered

Maybe this time I'm through.

Am I really giving up this life,

Or am I trading death for death

With this suicide?

Am I really selfish for

Thinking I'm right,

Or am I really just tired

Of silent, morose nights?

When you find me in the rain…

Tell them that I wasn't in pain…

When I see you from the other side…

I'll be glad to know that I have died.

Am I really breaking down this time?

Or am I understanding fully

What I've realized?

Am I cruel for leaving you

Here in this mess called life,

Or am I ready for death

With this new suicide?

Am I really giving up this life,

Or am I trading death for death

With this suicide?

Am I really selfish for

Thinking I'm right,

Or am I really just tired

Of silent, morose nights?

I'm tired of this life.