Decide already fate,
should I live or die?
Put me to rest cause I am a
walking corpse, no hope.
Lay me down because I stopped trying
tear ducts drying, eyes have stopped crying.
Blood has cooled off in my veins,
skin so numb that it feels no pain,
and a heart so hurt that it feels no fear.
Dying feels easier because living is
killing me slowly anyway.
So decide fate,
should I live or die,
or perish in the shadow of my sorrows
in this life that I am living.
In this lie that I am living