Living

(the manic child, the manic child)

(,,I believe in second chances... but not on 10!!!")

(You are so used up) ×2

BITCH STOP SCREAMING IN MY EARS

THERE'S A LOT OF SHIT COMING OUT OF YOU,

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL BREATHING?!

I might push you off first

I might ghost you

and just walk away

I might just end it all

and put you six feet deep under

I might end us all (end you)

Everything is in slow motion.

(I don't give a fuck about you)

My thoughts are flooding trough my head,

Keep on living

So I don't end up like them.

I still feel your cold fingers

around my neck, I still see your empty eyes

in front of mine

Sometimes I think I am better off de--

Now I push you away

What was your name again?

Manic at day, insomniac at night

What is this sudden silly feeling?

I am standing on the top of a building,

(Wishing I could drag you up the stairs and push you off—watching the ground suck up all of your organs.)

Looking down on all the lost souls,

just circling, walking around endlessly into the void.

I see their pain, yet I can't seem to understand

I see their tears, yet I don't feel a thing.

I hear their screams in my sleep.

But I just can't feel a thing

I see it all. I've seen it all...

Still I won't jump.

Keep on living

So I don't end up like them.

(Can you just leave already?)