Thoughts of death sneak into my head
I say I\'d never do that I\'m over that phase
But they creep in there and tell me it\'s ok
I shouldn\'t have to promise myself I\'ll die
One day so then one day it will all be over
I beat myself up over every single mistake
I make and tell myself nobody will like me
Now not anymore why would they like me
Spend time and money on me that\'s crazy
I\'m such a burden if I wasn\'t I\'d be liked
By others more and wouldn\'t be so sad
Everyone keeps thinking I\'m healed maybe
I think I am sometimes as well but isn\'t
It all a lie and I\'m really never going to get
Better.