you're sitting in your chair
no ones around
your lights are turned down low
and your skin feels about to tear
and you is no sound
and all i am is frightened for you now
cause you run and
how can I show you that you're done
you're on your knees
picking up the pieces from your past
but there's nothing more to gather
holding on to moments that won't last
or would you rather end it all
do you wanna?