Rest in Piece Winona Ryder

Fuck it I wanna be dead too
Fuck it I wanna be dead too
Fuck it I wanna be dead too
Who does this make sense to
Every day
Visions of my face turned blue
I just wanna be like you
But how can I mean shit to you
When I don't even exist to you
What else is there that I can do
Who else can I turn to
I'm just a part of the wasted youth
I got a rope around my neck
Living in a constant state of discomfort
Why do I have to suffer
I know my days are numbered
These cigarettes make my fucking lungs hurt
But they take away the pain
When every day is filled with rain
Somethings wrong with my brain
I guess I must just be insane
It seems I've lost my closest friend
But I guess every good this has to come to an end
These broken pieces no longer know how to mend
Cover me in dirt
I can no longer be hurt
Leading this life as an introvert
My will to live has grown weak
Seems like everything is starting to look bleak



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Writer(s): Gage Estremera
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