I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
So you're going to have to
Blood on my hands
I have two choices
Kill or be killed
Which should I choose
Killing will make my pain worse
But being killed will set me free
Look up at the stars when I am gone
Do you see me
Looking down back at you
With wings and a white dress
I will spread them and learn how to fly
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
So you're gonna have to
I hate myself and done with this pathic world