I'd Rather Die

One thousand pounds of pressure could burst out of my chest
I guess it must be this heavy heart full of regrets
Wish I could speak but my lips can't move cause I'm too upset
I'll do what I always do: repress, repress, repress
There's something wrong with me in ways I can't explain
I never talk about it
It makes me too ashamed

I don't know when this thing has started
I'm used to living broken hearted
All I know is I would rather die than ask for your help

One thousand fucked up memories inside my head
It could have been different but I'll take it to my death
So how much longer can I ignore this simple truth
It's eating me up inside & there's nothing I can do

I don't know when this thing has started
I'm used to living broken hearted
All I know is I would rather die than ask for your help
& now my mind is trained to repress
No wonder why I'm always depressed
Still you know that I would rather die than ask for your help.