Can you see past these lying eyes,
They tell no truth,
A razor in my list of supplies,

Take my heart,
My soul, I've tried,
But it still beats,

Take these pills,
My wrists that seep spell out what they've done to me,
Hear these words as I speak,

For it is pointless considering you never even see me when I weep,
Hold my hand when I fade away,
Stop my heart,

When my death comes to play for there is no gore,
For know I was never alive in the first place,
Know I ended it long ago,

I was already dead to that day,
It was meant to be....
It was meant to end....

One day you will see...