i could sing another song that sounds like all the rest
but what’s the point in pointing out unhappiness?
i could pen another tune, not leave a dry eye in the room
but what’s the use in using music? i’m doomed
i know pain won’t go away
if i keep asking it, keeping asking it to stay
i know lonely won’t leave me alone
if i keep calling it my one and only home
i could say another prayer, god might not care or understand
when i say what’s the deal with dealing me this shit hand?
i could do myself in, press something sharp upon my skin
what’s the harm in harming myself yet again?