I swallowed a pill for every day that I let drift away. I swallowed the guilt, for all the times I've made you feel less than. Now I lay down, I look around; this is my ending, self-driven. Every day is the same, how could I be the one to blame? I close my eyes, hoping it's the last time. I wish you could see me now, my apology with no sound. The words, unspoken, weigh me down. Today my eyes leave the world. So that's 15 down, and I can't feel anything changing. But I must lay down. Suddenly, now I see, my misery is my own decision. Decide! I hope you can hear me now, my apologies sung out loud. Dying, I call out for help. My eyes must not leave the world.