I thought I'd end it all today. Maybe try to escape The end of another year, the end of my life. Seemed fitting. Not worth living I might've saw the sun, It might've been over She screamed at me again. Unrelenting Part of me died inside, part of me asked for more. Seemed fitting. Is it worth living? I might've saw stars, It might've been satellites. I couldn't get off the floor. I was powerless I was suffocating, I was growing cold Seemed fitting Should I be living? I might've saw the light It might've been the end. Does any of this matter when we're gone? They're playing that same song. We question them but are they even wrong? They're still playing that same fucking song. The time is passing These days are numbered Our breath is weakening, our pulse is fading