There's only so many times you can try, So many tears you can cry, So many gashes you can make, So many pills you can take, So many people you can tell, So many times you can yell. How can you make someone understand, About the death you have planned? That the pain you feel inside, Is something you cannot confide? When you scream out so loud, But silence is the only sound? When the good life, Is misery and strife? I’m so terrified, So petrified, The person I’ve become, So weak, so numb, Washed up, Beaten up, Fucked up.