I feel lost and dead inside.
I don't wanna go back
To the way things were anymore.

I know that the past is lost 
And my present is dying 
And my future is gone.

I don't want to live anymore
And have to deal with all this pain and suffering. 
I can't take your jokes anymore. 

They hurt too much, 
more than you would ever think.
I want you to stop but you don't listen.

You call my music crap, 
Then you must call my life crap.
Because the music I listen too
Has meaning to me.

It describes how I feel
And if you don't like how I feel then
Why did you make me this way?

Why did you raise me up
And then try to tear me down?
I just want to make it all stop.

Maybe pills, a knife,
A gun, or a bus, 
Might be able to make it stop.

But then what will stop you
From feeling endless pain?
Knowing that your eldest daughter
Died because of your jokes and stupidity.

I just want to make it all stop.