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