What you see in me is a lie

Crying alone inside, wishing to die

I walk on the line, contemplate suicide every day

Gaining momentum, watching the pavement close in on me, breaking the fall

Chasing death before I ever give my

Self a chance

To live what one would consider a normal life

But I can't

Seem to get it right, I always fuck up

Everything

Half dead, half alive

Soul is degrading, waiting for pain

As another day passes by, feeling the same

I'm blinded to change, failing to realize other ways

To challenge myself, give my life meaning again

Taking control

Chasing death before I ever give my

Self a chance

To live what one would consider a normal life

But I can't

Seem to get it right, I always fuck up

Everything

Half dead, half alive

How do you suppose I live when I feel dead inside?

Juxtapose, carry on even though I know I'm losing my mind

Desperate to control all the voices in the back of my head

Telling me that my life is a waste and I'm better off dead