I killed myself again.
Just to feel the pain.
Just to see that,
Life isn't what I want.
Just to know,
The feel of the flow.
The flow of blood,
That soon becomes cold.
Because life isn't what I want.
No matter how much I scream out.
It doesn't change,
So I must.
So the world doesn't break me.
Because I may grow weak,
But I'm already there.
So there's no point in what I feel.
Even if the world will blow,
I will stand here,
Because God wants me alone.
I've pushed away all those I care
And in return they shunned me too.
But I've killed myself again,
Just to hear you scream.
I've killed myself again,
Just to feel pain.
I've killed myself again,
Because you didn't want me.
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