Wishing I was dead.
Is that such a bad thing?
Because all I do is cry.
Can I take my life and fling?

Would anyone care?
No one seems to now.
So what if I do?
Would they cry and yell?

Screaming at me.
Even after death.
When I'm laying in my coffin.
When there's nothing left.

So what if I die.
Who will stop me?
So what if I cry.
There's no one here to see.

I'll make the choice soon enough.
I wonder what it'll be.
Sitting here crying alone.
Or layed in my coffin for all to see.