I have these visions in my head
Dont even ask me why
At least 5 or 6 times a week
I wish that I would die
I dont have a reason to live
Nothing I do is right
The times I really wish I would
Is when we start to fight
I dont like these visions
They take over my mind
Only death seems like the answer
Everything else to me is blind
Dark visions is how to describe
Whats going through my head
I feel the world would be better off
If I was to be dead
Listen to my cry for help
Whatever it is that you do
Honestly I think my visions
Will soon seperate me from you
