I get on with life as a loser,
I'm a sad kinda person.
I like cutting on Sundays,
I like crying in the week.
I like to contemplate living.
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to suicide.
Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about suicide with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's living making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Living or...
Suicide? |