Let this be my final message Let it be more than I could say With pictures of cigarettes Or twisted metal in my face Without ink inside my skin A sin cannot be sin Lines are traced around the colours of my fate I see the needles in my skin and cease to hesitate Is this what I need? Is this what I want? Will this flesh forever be the stain my past will haunt? I hate the way I live alone without you But I love the way I keep it in plain view Suffering isn't suffering without it's theatrics So feed me your approval Keep your sympathy on side A deathwish shall not be a deathwish Unless it is romanticized Let this exhibition be my demise In a gallery of loved ones cries You will never be one of us I hope when I die it looks like I am dreaming I hope dying will be just like sleeping These gashes on my wrist My bloodshot eyes Are fashion statements of a beautiful demise Such a beautiful demise