He's Coming For Revenge.

Hi My Name’s Rye,

I have a lot to say.

I was thrown out at five.

Then I was found barely alive.

some people took me in

I thought that they were nice.

tell they took a knife.

And stabbed me in the eye.

I screamed out for help.

but no one heard a cry.

I guess this is the song.

my haunted lullaby.

I’m 17, now I live by myself.

I tried to call my parents.

but they weren’t around.

I feel so fucking sick.

I haven’t ate for days.

Don’t know how long I’ll last.

Can someone save the day?

I feel so fucking weak.

my face starts to sweat.

Can’t control my own emotions

Are my own fucking breathe.

Guess I’m fucking dying

No use fucking crying.

Guess I’ll just wait for myself to sink to the oceans debts.

I’m fucking dying.

IM FUCKING DYING!

SOMEBODY HELP ME!

IM TIRED OF CRYING!

Ever since I’ve been myself

Not able to trust nobody else.

Nobody’s gonna listen to my problems.

Nobody even asked to help me solve them.

I’m so alone please tell me why.

I’ve been through hell, I’m traumatized

The blood still fumbles through my mind.

Make me wonder, why do I still try?

I remember the first day of school.

I wa excited to make friends.

but little did I know., I'd be all alone until the very end.

I feel so lost.

As I walk in the fog.

No one's gonna love a tool.

Cuz they're all cruel.

An I've done nothing wrong.