There's a deathwish in your eyes,
When I look up, All I can see is your struggles, At night I tip-toe to your side of the bed and your face is in the pillow sobbing in your sleep.
Every night I sit there in the next room and I listen to your sobbing.
If only I was that perfect child, That you wish I was, But No.
You got me, the one with plans to die, the one with eyes to kill and the one with the pain. I can see you sighing and I know you want me gone.
So I'll go so you dont have to see me, Cause you know I want to leave.