The Fight.

Here I am,
smiling with a razorblade in my hand,
begging for it to be my escape,
'cause everything I built up,
just washed away.

I guess I lost the fight,
so I guess this is my time,
it's okay, don't worry, I'm fine,
if you'll only hold my hand tonight.

I swallowed so much,
but nothing was enough,
you just couldn't leave me alone,
now I guess I'll be on my way,
to the only place I belong.

Because there's so much I went trough,
but nothing hurt like you,
so many things I tried,
but still I survived the nights,
so here I am again,
with the razorblade in my hand.

And dear anybody,
don't cry 'cause of me,
I'm not worth it, and I'll be just fine,
living on my own in the afterlife.

Goodbye was what I said,
'cause I finally found my escape,
so here I am again,
trying to get out of your way,
'cause I lost the fight,
and my time arrived.

Dear anybody,
don't cry because of me,
don't cry tonight,
I'll be fine.