Dying to Be Dead

There are feelings that lie dormant deep inside my dreams
Feelings that manifest the fabric of my every being
I sit alone every fucking night and try to tune out the world around me
But its weight upon my shoulders is not forgiving

All ropes I see look like a noose
All razors seem to cut my motherfucking skin and now I'm feeling numb
I don't know what truly fulfills me anymore
Life's a bore
I drink myself stupid 'till I'm face down on the floor

My pillow cases drenched from the tears and the night-sweats
And I know that I'm just doing my best
But when my life puts me to the test I'm not like the rest
I fall where you thrive and I know that you'll all breathe easy when I die
Even in a full room, I feel alone and confused
I don't know what to do, one plus me can never equal two so you do you
And I'll do me because I can never be pleased
Weighed down by misery, living on my knees and never knowing peace

I'm dying to be dead, to kill these voices in my head

Your surroundings are just a distraction from this world that is so cold
I only do what I'm told. I'm a slave to myself and the ones I hold most dear
I'll suffer on my own and I'll die in fear
Perhaps I am the only one that feels the way I do
Perhaps there really is no difference from me and you
There's no doubt in my mind that I can't go on living like this
I'm dying to be dead to end these voices that are in my head

I'll suffer on my own and I'll die in fear
I'm dying to be dead to end these voices that are in my head