So I don't know who I am anymore
I know I'm far from happy
I know I think about killing myself
That wouldn't fix it 
The pain would just seep into other people

So do I let the pain hold me hostage
I used to think that self mutilation would help
For a bit I was clear

There's no Heaven there's no hell
There's just me thinking to myself
If I stop breathing would it fix my problem
The only kingdom is 6 foot deep 7 foot wide

Stressing over her and work until I'm dead
Because that is my value right there
How could I care about myself when I'm ugly
Some people aren't going to get a happy ending
I'm going to be alone and miserable 
I should get used to it before it's too late