TW: suicide
I don't think I can keep sane
Standing on the lane
Going insane
Waiting for the train
For the hit of the pills
Because I want to kill
Why am I here still?
Just sad and ill.
The rope's around my neck
It's just the power I lack
Cause people I try to neglect
They made me a wreck
They're why I'm standing here
On the bridge, full of fear
Dont know whats real
No human near
They wouldnt care
Either way
I cannot stay
I have to go away
