I can in every way, mistake the pain I feel inside.
 [bad word] at me, evil thoughts is creeping through my mind.
Who are you to say, that I can't speak what's on my mind.
 [bad word] away - it's so predictable.

I can in every way, feel the stress all tingled up inside.
Too blind to see, emptiness and sorrow of their lives.
 [bad word] away, to the cover of their pointless lies.
You ask me - it's so predictable.

I'm gonna try.
I'm gonna die.
I'm gonna try.

Another day. Silence overwhelms my mind.
Who's to say if I have the time or why
should I pray for all the hate to go away?
Another day. I can never break free.

You wait for me.
I crawl up to you.
Another day.
I'll live forever.

Why should I? (Uuuuuuuh-uuuuuh...)

I'm gonna try.
I'm gonna die.
I'm gonna try.

Uuuuuuh!
I'm gonna try! Should I?
I'm gonna try! Should I? [bad word] #33;
I'm gonna try! Should I?
I'm gonna try! Should I? [bad word] #33;
I'm gonna try!
But I'm gonna die!
I'm gonna try...