It's getting cold, I feel so weak

It's hard to move, so hard to speak

In standfast time, the halted clock

A life-long flaw of giving up

What have I done? Why am I here?

The last decision is getting near

Why am I here?

Falling into nothing as far as I can see

Trying to make something of insecurities

Trying to find my will to be

But left drowning in animosity for myself

Everything's mundane

Nothing's more than face value

Maybe it's time that I disappear

I went in with hopes, but I've only found fear

I tried so hard, I lost my way

Now I can't think of a better day to die

The anxiety is killing me again

The aftermath is killing me again

The aftermath is killing me again