You're killing yourself so softly.
And you say you're born to play so hard.
You'd be your own closest friend.
Like a crumbled piece of paper, to discard.
And for all your worth.
Did you learn?
And for all your dreams.
Did you remeber?
And if you could change, you say you would.
And you always said you hated September.
You've got a gun to your head.
Because you said you're born to die.
And you do this all for fun?
But you forgot to load the gun.
Do you feel you're going crazy?
Do you feel weak and drained?
Do you feel you're life is hazey?
And you pulled the trigger, but missed your brain.
You hit your friend instead, you shot him in the head.
And how can you live with that?
Give it up, turn away.
Throw it down, give it all away.
Change your mind, turn around.
I can't watch you always fall down.
And I can't always pick you up.
Because I'm not like that.