Death thoughts, self harm, moving on the breath's still intact. Mom's thoughts and more thoughts that someone might truly care that I am gone.
I don't want to be poetic but I want you to always be a step behind with the thought that I am perfect 'cause I always am.
Maybe the drugs will help keep it at bay, the thought that I won't be here for long yet the time I have I can't seem to use.
I should runaway to nowhere just maybe I could see my dad again to answer these questions I have answered truly, hopefully nicely this time
If only I could admit that I'm depressed just maybe the nights will cease to be long and days more worthy to see and exciting to live for that is all I preach but I am made in the likeness of God.
