Sitting here, working on penmanship
Scribbling down words to live by
False ideals that I'd rather die for
Words on paper that burn so easily
I've already died
Stretching out laundry on boards, laying out tomorrow's attire
Tie your reasons so tight that they choke me
If I need to know them I hope that it k**s me
I'm already dead (dead on the inside)
I've taken back so much already and I learned to take crosses along
With me, tie this ribbons so tight that they choke me
Not for them just pray that it k**s me
I've already died
All my heros, thoughts, dreams are dead (so soon it's gone)
Take the last breath from me (will you miss me?)
I'm already dead
I've already died
Young dreamers, fools