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