Three AM and I’m staring at the mirror,
No tears left, my eyes are bone dry.
Searching for meaning and endlessly asking,
Why won’t you let me die?
People come, people go,
And time keeps slipping by.
Only reason I’m still around,
Is for fresh blueberry pie.
Please don’t catch me,
Just let me fall.
Nothing is worth it,
Time to leave you all.
Winter comes with a dark, icy fury,
First attempt to swallow me whole.
It doesn’t know that it cannot succeed,
For nothing is colder than my soul.
Looked around, there’s no one left,
To catch me when I fall.
Wouldn’t want to be rescued anyway,
I seem to have lost it all.
All is lost and in disarray,
My existence is just a charade.
Things I think while dancing,
On the edge of a razor blade.
I’d really like to kill myself,
No hope for me by half.
For if Rick Sanchez can’t even make it,
What possible chance do I have?
An unwanted journey has begun,
From which I’d like to disembark.
My mind has been slowly sliding,
From the light into the dark.