i'm quick to lay these days to rest
just want to get these troubles off of my chest
for this world is so obsessed with death
these days are long dead

cut my wrist to end the pain
and the memory of these wasted days
i never heard a word you said
my days are long dead

caution tape around my brain
but you cannot stop me (i am insane)
dark images burnt in my head
your days are long dead

psychopathic and out of control
the knife says yes, my mind says no
can't wait to be misled
these days are long dead

please ignore my cry for help
just one more reason to send you to hell
thoughts of death as i lay in my bed
my days are long dead

i shut the doors and dim the lights
i take the blade and close my eyes
i wish there was another way
dead are these days

running away from my pain, now i see it
you say there's another way, don't believe it
i know the way tho fix this
a jagged blade shoved through my wrist

these days are like me
another death, no one to see
don't want to live, i'll die instead
my days are long dead