I don't know how it happened, or why my mind has changed, From being so damn happy, to being broken and deranged. When did the lustre of my life, Turn into lusting for a knife? I'd like to blame our father, but can only blame myself, My mind's become so twisted, that its made my perfect hell, I know that once I lived, loved, lost; fought, cried, but survived. But now all I can feel is that I'd rather I had died. My dreams are all but faded, this world it feels unreal; I'll break my bones upon the anvil of my sentient steel, I don't have any answer to the questions I laid to rest, But of everyone I've ever known; you're by far the best. I'm sorry that I'll leave you - I'm sorry that you'll cry, I know it's far too early for you to have to say goodbye, And you're gonna have to miss me, and ask yourself, why? Cause all I wanna do is just lay down and Die.