Death's Door
There is nothing for me here, nothing I can see
I am broken to the core, and I don't want to breathe
If I am hanging from a rope, don't cut me to the floor
I am knocking on death's door
All that I want is to find myself again
A way to escape this constant life of pain that you inflict without any shame
You treated me like this was just a game
I'm looking for something that will kill all the pain
Something I can use to wash away your filthy name
I know it's killing me, and it's not really me
It's just the only way that I can fucking cope
If Hell is real, then it doesn't exist below my feet
It's right here in front of me, my every day reality
This damnation, this creation, a perfect vision of what I could never be
I gave you everything and now I'm here drowning in apathy
I beg myself to invite these thoughts in and let it just happen
I beg myself to invite these thoughts in and never feel again
Tie the rope around my neck and let me drop
Isn't this exactly what you want for me?
I am sick of saying that I will be ok
Self destruction is coming in monotonous ways
Time to decide between a life that I hate or if I should just suffocate
So either way I spin it, I'm fucked and I'm finished
If Hell is real, then it doesn't exist below my feet
It's right here in front of me, my every day reality
There is nothing for me here, nothing I can see
I am broken to the core, and I don't want to breathe
If I am hanging from a rope, don't cut me to the floor
I am knocking on death's door
I am broken to the core, and I don't want to breathe
If I am hanging from a rope, don't cut me to the floor
I am knocking on death's door
All that I want is to find myself again
A way to escape this constant life of pain that you inflict without any shame
You treated me like this was just a game
I'm looking for something that will kill all the pain
Something I can use to wash away your filthy name
I know it's killing me, and it's not really me
It's just the only way that I can fucking cope
If Hell is real, then it doesn't exist below my feet
It's right here in front of me, my every day reality
This damnation, this creation, a perfect vision of what I could never be
I gave you everything and now I'm here drowning in apathy
I beg myself to invite these thoughts in and let it just happen
I beg myself to invite these thoughts in and never feel again
Tie the rope around my neck and let me drop
Isn't this exactly what you want for me?
I am sick of saying that I will be ok
Self destruction is coming in monotonous ways
Time to decide between a life that I hate or if I should just suffocate
So either way I spin it, I'm fucked and I'm finished
If Hell is real, then it doesn't exist below my feet
It's right here in front of me, my every day reality
There is nothing for me here, nothing I can see
I am broken to the core, and I don't want to breathe
If I am hanging from a rope, don't cut me to the floor
I am knocking on death's door
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Writer(s): Joseph Thornburg
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