To have sex but never make love, these thoughts of suicide seem to fit like a glove, please me take away so I can fly like a dove, this is my bane,
To realize but still only dwell, to climb to the top but from heights i fell, to be alive on earth, but live in hell, this is my bane
To run from pain, but its already won the race, to feel a bit better, but at slugs pace, the way my mind works, I wish to erase, this is my bane
To be alive but not actually live, my scarred soul I wish I could give, depression stabs at me like a dirty shiv, this is my bane