Day-to-day empty persists A series of moments between my eyelids Every one of them telling me to escape Every one of them wanting more A daily dread that doesn't dull It's enough for me to understand Early days spent in locked rooms Familiar screams, cracked plates on the floor It's enough for me to not be like that I won't be like you Even with these strings around my wrist I won't I won't reach for your hand A choice was made, my promise will be kept I won't be like that, I won't be like you When it's my time, I will choose The knife in my fucking chest When it is my time, I will choose The knife in my chest It won't be yours