The day I die is the day that I wake up

And continue to tell myself I've had enough

I'm losing interest in what I care about

The next time you look at me I won't look back

The next time you talk to me I won't react

Have you ever stared into your mirror at night

And wondered what happened after your last goodbye

What happens to your ghost when you die

I thought so many times and I can't rid my head

Of the thoughts that haunt me when I lay in my bed

Of the hate i feel towards every breath

And my stomach whenever I feel like death