The Plain Dealer Obituaries.

I'm not writing these words for you, but for me.
You can call it a suicidal note, it's just my mind.
Who would give a shit if suicide was the case.
Would people mourn, would people care.
Or would I just be another to be forgotten.
My surroundings, they decay day by day.
Yet I stand before it all with this fake smile.
Does anyone know it's really fake.
These drugs bring this smile upon myself.
It's my sense of happiness.

I'm not writing these words for you, but for me.
You can call it a suicidal note, it's just my mind.
I don't seek attention, I seek more.

An hourglass before me, this sand sits still.
Different faces everyday, they appear happy.
Their hourglasses continue to fill.
I've been standing here all to long.
Someone, anyone, give me a nudge.
Show me a path, show me a light.
Help me with my hourglass.
This is not the life I've envisioned.
This is not the life I want.

I'm not writing these words for you, but for me.
You can call it a suicidal note, it's just my mind.
I don't seek attention, I seek more.

My heart, big yet shriveling.
Loneliness is our sidekick.
Why can't we get a chance.
We're ignored, we're denied.
Our hourglass continues to sit still.
And these drugs are my sense of happiness.

You can call it a suicidal note, it's just my mind.
I don't seek attention, I seek more.