I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I’m done here
So if you’re asking me
I want you to know
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Don’t be afraid
I’ve taken my beating
I’ve shared what I made
I’m strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I’ve never been perfect
But neither have you
So if you’re asking me
I want you to know
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You’ve learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You’ve learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are
I can’t be who you are
I don’t feel like doing this anymore. I wanna quit. I’m in so much pain. I want out. I don’t wanna deal with any of this anymore. I matter to nobody. I’m so tired of being hurt. Of being walked on. And nobody is gonna notice when I am gone. It’s not gonna matter one bit. So what’s the point? What’s the point of watching everyone else around me accomplish things and move on with their lives while I am just standing still? I’m tired of watching. I’ll never be as good as them. If I die then my roommate will have her own room again. And I won’t have to worry about getting a job. I won’t have to worry about money. I won’t have to worry about hurting others anymore. I’m so tired of it all. Of everything. Of all the lies. All the hurt. Why is it always like this? I feel like I’m being punished. All my life I’ve been good, I’ve done what I’m supposed too and the only thing I ever wanted I’ve never had. Where’s my prince? It’s not fair. I hate life. I hate that all my life I thought God was there and he’s never been there. I hate that all around me people are saying did you pray about it? Why pray? God isn’t going to answer anyways. And nobody else cares. No one wants to see you happy. So just die. There’s no point to living. Cuz no one cares. And there’s no help left for me. So don’t worry about me.
