This is my death arranged by myself in the darklight.
I'm losing my own fight to me, Myself
and I am not alright.
My reasons for leaving, my notions to die.
Alone in my bedroom tonight I will take my life,
my life is full of despair.
I am dying to know if you care.
Well I've been treading this water for way too long.
My body grows too weak to carry on,
and I can't climb my way out of this,
because the banks are too steep.
I can't find my way out of this one without your hands,
without your heart while I drown
you stand your ground.
And take the role of a bystander.
Tear out my heart
and feed it to you
so you can taste the pain that I go through.
Seeing myself through your eyes
I am more disgusted than ever before
at the sight of what I've become.
It's just like waking up in your worst nightmare.
My death arranged.
