I'm not angry I'm just tired
of everything and nothing new
you might never understand these feelings
and I would never wish them upon you
I hold your hand and don't realize the time I'm wasting dying here
I hold your hand and don't realize the depths I'm dragging you down
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm growing weary of my self denial
I give up, it's come to this
my last words will be cut into my wrists
nothing could feel as good as knowing I will soon be free
if you ever meant a word you said
you would understand and just wish the best for me
don't write songs, don't be sad
I've already taken care of all of that
for I was once was lost but now I have found
that though I am blind soon everyone will see
I'm sorry I tried
Open bleeding arms, I have no regrets in this life
