I been sitting here feeling so tired
I just wanna pass away and expire
I been laying in my room for days feeling so alone
So damn alone
There's so many days where I just ignore my phone
Of all my friends and family saying "Don't go"
But how would I even know if they're being genuine and they actually want me here?
And would they actually know if I disappeared?
And even if they knew it's not like they'd care
They'd probably only morn for a few fucking years and move on and never visit my grave again
Why is it so much to ask just to leave peacefully?
And why is it that half of the time it's hard to breathe?
And I'm so done, and I'm so done, and I'm so done
And I just wanna run away from the problems
You better hope I don't find a gun