Should I kill myself, I wanna die Should I take that knife
and cut myself Should I take that pill and fall a sleep Should I stop my breath
and dissappear
Should I jump from the roof and hit the ground Should I care about
myself Should I drown in the sea, a one hundred percent die Should I hide to cry
and dissappear
That a many ways to pass away, betray yourself and walk away
From this world this plastic lonely world, depressive disorder
Don't you kill yourself, you don't wanna die Don't you take that knife
and cut yourself Don't you take that pill and fall a sleep Don't you have to bleed
You've got to live You've got to live You've got to live You've got to live
