Better Off This Way

Hateful, aren't we?
Suicidal definitely.

They come and go like seasons, flying by with the worst intentions.
Building you up only to knock you down.
Like everyone in this town.
You can only go so far.

Crazy, honestly.
Tired of being so lonely.

Waltz in pairs of two and sway as death sounds in your spiteful mind.
They told you they were there for you.
They said they loved you.
Where are they now?

Empty and scary.
Everything's confusing me.

Your own family wants you gone, screaming hate for far too long.
Maybe they were right since the start.
This is going to far.
Carefully bleeding scars.

Walking alone.
Out here on my own.

Kill the hope inside of you, it only holds you down; it's so hard.
Fear is the only thing you know.
The darkness grows.
Where am I now?

Go to your last stop, the grave.
Do you see the mess you've made?

You hate what you've become, bleeding from your wrists so numb.
They've all left you now, alone.
So far from what you've called home.
Six feet under a stone.

Hateful, aren't we?
Suicidal definitely.
Dark thoughts running through my head.
I was always better off dead.