I dont mean to hurt,
It's not what you said,
It's just sometimes I wish I were dead.
You see me plunging to my death and it feels like you don't care,
Feeling I'm hanging on by a straw,
Is anybody out there,
I'm pleading with my mind to just tell me I'm fine,
However I feel myself never crossing that line.
I'm just one type of person,
Alway wrestling with my feelings and myself,
Nothing in my day to pick me up,
Nothing to take me out of it.
I feel like I do the littlest thing and it's a big thing for you.
I'm alone with my thoughts and they tell me you're not true.
I honestly don't know anymore,
I'm just can't tell if I feel sick with or without you.