The day I die is the day that I wake up
And continue to tell myself I've had enough
I'm losing interest in what I care about
The next time you look at me I won't look back
The next time you talk to me I won't react
Have you ever stared into your mirror at night
And wondered what happened after your last goodbye
What happens to your ghost when you die
I thought so many times and I can't rid my head
Of the thoughts that haunt me when I lay in my bed
Of the hate i feel towards every breath
And my stomach whenever I feel like d**h