I CAN’T DO THIS.
I’m tired of the NOISE. so tired of THE LOUD-ASS NOISE THAT FUCKING ECHOES IN YOUR GODDAMN HEART. IN YOUR FUCKING MIND.
We’re not happy ’til everyone knows we’re SICK.
And that’s just how we like it.
We’ve hurt Bad enough, right? We’ve Earned it.
And being lonely’s only fun in a group;
It sort of loses it’s charm when it’s true.
I want out; I know I don’t need this.
Can you find me friends that don’t rank me on what I’ve been through?
The more battle scars, the more attention it gets you.
“I wanna get well! I wanna get well!”
Are the rest of you so content?
Stay where you are, but it hurts like hell.
And I’m sure it’s fun at first;
test your pulse, and check your vitals.
If it’s only a Game, you lost me.
I quit it with the Suicidal Recital.
What did you expect? — pretend it all Away?
And all we’ve got left is a sorry pile of hearts.
I’m getting out — gonna write myself a new Start.
Come on, dry your eyes, meet me on the other side.
Run as fast as you can, and we’ll make it out alive.
We know better now; we don’t have to live like This.
Go tell them all we don’t have to live like This.
let me go.
let me FREE.
let me not wake tomorrow.
I’m tired of this Battle again.
it’s the same War I’ve been fighting for so long.
LET ME GO!!!