Fell asleep to rainfall, thoughts of hurtful imagery
Asking god why at all they thought to give me energy
Life seems contradictory; What an awful thing to give
If I was given any choice, I wouldn't choose to live
Not like this at least, poor choice of words I guess
It's not that I really want to die, I'd just rather live like this less
Uncomfortable with mirrors, reflections, and myself
The end is growing nearer and it really feels like hell
Well I'm sorry if you hate who I am
But I promise, nothing's changing except how you view me, and
Silly little words that genuinely don't mean a thing
Why do you care what you say if it doesn't change you, only me
Change is such a strong word, this isn't metamorphosis
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, don't know how to fix this