Sometimes life is too dark, there's no light.
I can't decide what's wrong or right.
While this beating heart falls out of sight,
I'm starting to lose my will to fight,
Letting my pain destroy my might,
But I keep my head up right,
With my tongue and lips locked tight,
So I can push my happiness to the side,
To leave myself empty to die.

Mirrors show monsters I don't recognize,
But it's behind these beasts that I hide,
With a fist full or cyanide
And a heart full of pain.
I have my shotty in the bathroom like Kurt Cobain.
I can't help but wither away and go insane,
But it's this pain keeping me sane,
So I'm free to count the rain.