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I am drowning in hell

But it’s ok, because no one can tell

All of my friends ask if I feel the same

But deep inside I know I’m to blame

They ask me questions and I push them away

Or give them a false reason why

So that they can’t tell I want to die

I don’t want them to worry or wonder why

They just can’t see the pain inside

I am getting away with murder of myself

I’m addicted to the punishment stored on that shelf

I adore this poison, it’s simply perfection

Now all that’s left of you is rejection

Go ahead and tear me apart

You are the bastard that broke my heart