I am dead, Or dying - I can’t tell, But if you read this message in the morning, Just know I wasn’t well. The fault is my own, I couldn’t handle the stress no more, A mind confined to a body, A starved soul that I supposedly own. The world keep spinning around, With or without me, So why don’t I end it now? Why? Say goodbye, I see the tears on your face one more time and I want to cry, I don’t wish to end up in hell, But I’m already there, So why do I care? They can’t arrest me, Because nothing affects me - no more, A feeling that nothing’s real - I’m sure, At least I was sure. The world keep spinning around, With or without me, So why don’t I end it now? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?