Never been sure of what life was made of
I don't want to live without knowing an end
And sometimes I wonder, have you ever screamed my name in the middle of the night
It [bad word] an everyday swore, it's never healing
The sun hasn't shined for years in this life
So we force ourselves sick to just self [bad word] Digging deeper into the ground, alone.
I closed my eyes
Close the curtains. Lock the doors.
Voices I tried to ignore
I tried. I failed. I hated. I have died 
And I wonder, have you ever screamed my name in the middle of the night