I question this life, my everyday believing.
Only to find this life I should be leaving.
Not wishing to die no longer wanting to suffer.
No more tears left to cry, surface left much tougher.
tired of being nice seeing everything your way.
The end of the world, it has to come some day.
I'll make you scream with fear, bleed with my desire.
The devil will see my work, and begin to perspire.
I am tired of being sweet, trying to be good.
Doing everything you say, even things that I should.
Enough is enough, no more tricks, no more games.
Time to ask questions later, today I'm taking names.
I've held on way to long, longer than I could.
Falling fast now, catch me if you would.
Oh yea I forgot, I'm the only one here.