death by insanity

let them watch you hit the floor
let them watch you breathe no more
you need to run, you need to hide
get a knife, stay inside
close your eyes, get some rest
in your dreams become obsessed
they're in your mind, they have your soul
they bring you pain, who has control?
you let them in, opened a door
you must have needed something more
they followed you, became a mess
then you needed something less
they will watch you hit the floor
they will watch you breathe no more
grab a knife from the shelf
get ready to kill yourself
you leave behind a lovely note
you raise the knife to your throat
look in the mirror, they're in your eyes
you've made the cut, your own demise
they're part of you they hit the floor
they're part of you they breathe no more