It's getting cold, I feel so weak
It's hard to move, so hard to speak
In standfast time, the halted clock
A life-long flaw of giving up

What have I done? Why am I here?
The last decision is getting near
Why am I here?

Falling into nothing as far as I can see
Trying to make something of insecurities
Trying to find my will to be,
But left drowning in animosity for myself

Everything's mundane
Nothing's more than face value
Maybe it's time that I disappear
I went in with hopes, but I've only found fear
I tried so hard, I lost my way
Now I can't think of a better day to die
The anxiety is killing me again
The aftermath is killing me again
The aftermath is killing me again