Last resort.
Cut my life into pieces, I’ve reached my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing, don’t give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding.
Do you even care if I die bleeding? Would it be wrong? Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might, mutilation outta sight and I’m contemplating suicide.
I never realized I was spread too thin till it was too late and I was empty within.
No love for myself and no love for another. Searching to find a love up on a higher level, finding nothing but questions and devils.
’Cause I’m losing my sight, losing my mind, wish somebody would tell me I’m fine. Nothing’s alright, nothing is fine.
I’m running and I’m crying, I can’t go on living this way.
