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Using you as an excuse to be deranged I never choose the way in which I deal with foolish mental self-abuse

All I wanted was to cry but now my eyes are never shy enough to last an hour dry and all that I could do is sigh

In my solitude
Wasting away the youth
Rotting is the way
Leading to full decay

Now my eyelids never close despite despising looking gross not wanting to be seen I chose the coping I love most

Watch me mentally decline avoid the hours of sunlight to make humiliating rhymes I will forever hide

In my solitude
Wasting away the youth
Rotting is the way
Leading to full decay

I see things again I wouldn't like to see
Walking down the plank, don't concentrate on me
Laugh your heart out fast, cry alone in your bed
Don't tell anyone you wish you were dead