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Each morning when I wake up

And start each depressing day

I can’t help but wish I could be

So very far away



Each day I say will help

If I can just make it good

But something always goes wrong

And doesn’t go as it should



I can’t enjoy myself

No matter how hard I try

Something always gets me down

That makes me want to die



I’ve got two very hard choices

I need to make the right one

In my head I hear the voices

Telling me to get it done



Every morning when I wake up

I wonder if today’s the day

That I will do the job

And send my pain away



If I start to laugh

Something always stops inside

My whole world shuts right down

And makes me want to hide



My energy’s getting low

And I just start to cry

If only my pain would go away

If only I would die



These two choices

Are the hardest ones I’ll make

To die and leave the pain

Or live for someone else’s sake



Maybe it’s just me

I take things at heart

Or maybe it’s my soul

Being torn apart



Sometimes I lose my appetite

Sometimes I lose control

I’ve already lost my energy

Now I’m losing my soul



So in the morning when I wake up

And start each depressing day

These are the reasons why

I want to be far away