mtamber

I don't want to die, I'm not worthy of living. My happy exterior, is indeed misgiving. The clouds in my mind, all black and too dense, they take up all space, so that nothing makes sense. I don't want to die, I'm not worthy of joy. I think all that I do, it will only annoy. I'll never be pretty, I'll never be strong, I'm always the one, who'll do everything wrong. I don't want to die, I'm not worthy of friends. I think everyone hates me, if it starts then it ends. I'm boring and dense, my interests are weird, I'm sorry I'm tense, but I'm scared to be here.

One day the world will just cease to exist, One day we’ll stop getting by. when this day arrives, we’ll get on with our lives, And build a new castle in the sky. One day the world will just stop getting by, But we’ll carry on with our games. We’ll live in a dream, While the others will scream, The world all consumed by the flames. One day the world will be cold with no life, And then we’re the only ones left. We’ll look at the stars, And we’ll think, “this is ours”, But we’ll still be a little bereft.