I can't chase my demons, they've tied me too far down.

 

God would not forgive me, I don't deserve his crown.

 

What if I walked into the ocean? If I mysteriously drowned.

 

Police would look halfhearted, but life would keep up in this town.

 

See, I'm not important. Not even I want me around.

 

In life I serve no purpose. I'm better in the ground.

 

I hold to regret like a moth to a flame, and I am hell bound.

 

I cut my heart on broken glass as a shot of hate is downed.

 

I tried to impress my reflection, but he shook his head and frowned.

 

I hope you understand now and I know how it sounds.

 

But these are my opinions and they control me now.