What do you say when you know you’re going to die?
Do you keep it to yourself or do you tell?
There’s no point in asking questions or wondering why.
There’s nothing you can do to change it,
there’s nothing you can say to make it go away.
The pieces are lost that are supposed to fit.
You used to be a kind, loving person who at one time cared.
Then in a blink of an eye it all changed.
You turn into a cold-hearted bitch who’s nothing but scared.
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to feel.
I turn to outside sources to erase the memory.
I don’t want to face the fact that this is real.
I can stop loving, I’ll stand alone in the rain.
It’s my choice, to die alone, I don’t have to care.
I’ll do whatever it takes to numb the pain.