Christ, I'm just too dumb to be myself, even.

Can't I die, can't I just let it all fall apart

Can't see a light, mine's just dying

No castle of cards, just pieces of wood hanging around.

No example, no best in anything, even the normal stigma has been taken away from me.

 And no different I wanted to be, just myself, but I'm too dumb to be proud of me.

Christ, can't you take all the world to a ride while I just take a ride alone?

I'm not sure I want to stay here anymore, but the cries everywhere makes me sick

Can't even believe someone would miss me, but, there's no denial in it.

People usually gives people an overestimated price.

Not a single scar hurts right now, nothing is ugly enough to be repulsive as it should

I'm the drama queen, just a scared girl amidst the storm of sunlight.

Christ, did you really suffered that lot in the cross?

My  heart should be hurting the same, feels like heel not so deep inside of me.

Not all choices have been so bad, I've grown up, learned to walk

There's nothing more to do, only a scheme of pain.

Sometimes I wish I would be left alone numb as hell so nothing would stand up hurting.

I've tasted life, destiny's unfair and took it from me.

Now I hang around only for you.

Who won't care the scars 

Neither the tears I've shed.

The future is the only thing hanging around.

Your needs are the only things hanging around.

Nothing makes me more sick than thinking of people crying over my dead body.

Sickness makes me alive, and it's all because of this.