i'm dying, i'm dying

i'm dying
i don't want to, but i'm
dying

i'm dying
with my own hand
with my own hand
pushing the deepest
side of my neck

i'm dying with my brain
with all his suicide ideas
every day and every all
suicide thoughts
whatta hell are they doing inside me?
why am i thinking doing that... doing that...?
is not about you girl
is not your fault at all

it's just about
the death, the death.