Stuck in this skin, yet still content.
People staring, but woefully misjudging.
Tattoos cover my body, recognition of my sorrow,
Sadly it's time to let go...
I sit on the edge of defeat, contemplating.
Where did I go wrong, when did I give up?
I can feel the pills beginning to flow through my body,
Eyes continue to drift up to the noose.
Thank you mother, Thank you father,
You're the reason of my demise.
Stuck in this skin, yet still content.
People staring, but sadly misjudging.
Tattoos cover my body, recognition of my sorrow,
Sadly it's time to let go...
