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Life is weighing down on me, killing me inside Something I could never be will guide me to the new light Frustrated, sedated, I pray to myself God, please Don't take away from me The only fucking thing That I learned to believe I am becoming the monster You promised to keep him away Now I feel like he's living in me Anyway, I could never, ever be What you think is right for me Are things that I will not believe I want to start a new life Get myself a sharp knife Look into my own life Kill things I don't like in me But sometimes I feel okay And think I'm unique You always try to critique I turn my back on it anyway Sucker! Punk-ass motherfucker! I am loco Te falta un poco To get your ass in a choke-hold! Just kill me, I can't breathe I am guiding myself right to the end Though it kills me, come to terms With the sickness that makes me crash and burn I'm crying I feel like I am dying, but I'm trying I beg to myself, put my pride up on the shelf Life is not forever But if life will stay together I would have a friend in my depression, have an end But I've been thinking And thinking always gets me into trouble But since I have a double personality It wasn't me! You see? Now I'm a refugee And everything inside of me Is just a part of my disease! Just kill me, I can't breathe I am guiding myself right to the end Though it kills me, come to terms With the sickness that makes me crash and burn Just kill me, I can't breathe I am guiding myself right to the end Though it kills me, come to terms With the sickness that makes me crash and burn
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