It's six a.m. I'm all alone,
In the rain, waiting for
Something to put me out of my misery.
I whisper softly, yet convinced of what I say:
"I hate myself more than you could ever know".
Have you ever had one of those days
When you simply don't feel like living?
Well, welcome to my world on a daily basis.
I need a shoulder to lay my head on,
I need a heart that could make an attempt to lighten a once burning fire inside my chest.
I merely exist to stay alive.
I simply don't feel like living for the rest of my life.
I'll just be present, though I will be vacant.
I won't open up to anyone or anything,
Because what would be the point of that?
Pouring you heart out, tearing the flesh
And the skin from your bones,
Wandering the depths of your mind
To find your soul and after all
Realising that you've always been alone.
But I am fine with all of this.
I never believed another person had
The ability to solve someone else's problems
And be there until the end.
I will drink to that and give a toast about
How the beauty of life will give us reason to live,
But I will always keep one thought
In the back on my mind:
"I merely exist to stay alive."
I simply don't feel like living for the rest of my life.
I'll just be present, though I will be vacant.
I won't open up to anyone or anything,
Because what would be the point of that?
Pouring you heart out, tearing the flesh
And the skin from your bones,
Wandering the depths of your mind
To find your soul and after all
Realising that you've always been alone.
I merely exist to stay alive, but I don't want to feel like this forever.