I can't go on living this lie,
  telling myself I want to die.
I don't know how to make it end,
  thoughts of suicide in my head.
There is no reason for me to leave,
  but to die would end my curiosity.
There is little reason for me to stay,
  it's the little reasons I live each day.
I can't go on living like this,
  waiting for death to give me my kiss.
I can't close my eyes to have a dream,
  and not see myself slowly dying.
I can't wander around in the back of my head,
  without seeing myself some way dead.
I can't live with this fear in my eye,
  the fear that one day I'm going to die!