In my room,
I hear sounds,
they want me to be found.
It just feels like the last drops are getting sucked out of me.
I would die to finish this, but I don't even - get the chance.
It is time to give it up
and to give in to life-long depression.
I was supposed to be what I am,
but it's all over now,
too late to start again.
I have to learn,
to live again,
as something new, something new.
I was programmed to destroy,
and the dark side has no food anymore.
In my room,
I hear no sound,
'cause I'm lost,
can not be found.
The bright side seems so superficial and emptyness surrounds me.
I wanna run and jump,
I wanna run and jump, I wanna run jump...Don't catch me.
I wish I could, do something else, something else,
than being me.
It's time to die,
slow and painless,
in my room,
I hear no sound,
'cause I'm lost,
cannot be found, 'cause I'm lost, cannot be found.