Cold outside on the day I want to die.
go out and shine like an onxy in the fire.
it's so wrong, its so right; nothing else to write.
think i might steer myself into demise
cry cry cry but all i do is ever cry
lie lie lie like you want to save my life
why why why do i even fucking try
die die die on a cold winters night
i can't cry any more.
the way i felt when i was alive wasn't a lie anymore
i opened that door
infront of me was myself from before
"you can't lie anymore. the one that's hurting you is standing rite at my door."