if I die tonight you can tell them that I tried to write
the thoughts I was able to find inside this mind of mine
decipher lines from a guy who desires night
Lucifer's offspring, attempting to shine as bright
despite what I wrote with a pen
or the number of fans I get, I'll still die alone in the end
now I'm zoning again, holding my breath trying to cope with the stress
hoping to get a single moment of zen
yet I'm thinking of the coldest of days
when I searched and realized I don't have a soul in my frame
it drove me insane, despite the road that I take
it's gonna end with me cutting my throat with a blade
I'm beyond depressed, let me show you the way
so you can interpret thoughts that I wrote on the page
if you relate to the sickness, promote what I make
and when I die maybe you can throw a rose in the grave
Chorus: Baby Jayne
pardon my behavior
I will not prove a savior
I wasn't put here to save you
just put my blood on this paper
Verse 2:
am I dead yet I think I'm alive?
is how I feel when I engage in this problematic drinking of mine
my one way of thinking is on the brink of divide
it's hard realizing life is the blink of an eye
spent my entire life in a cage
and I'm finding it strange, my eyes are fine.. yet I'm blind in a way
there's ice in my veins, plus a parasite in my brain
that's gonna torture me until the day I lie in a grave
I can't force you to understand me, I can only try and explain
to most listeners I'm kind of insane
but some tell me they understand, it brightens my day
reason I keep writing bars that ignite into flames
and despite what I say I'm not certain what I write on a page
is worth the amount of time that it takes
it's depressing, all the sacrifices I've made
quality time with the family is the price that I pay
Chorus: Baby Jayne
pardon my behavior
I will not prove a savior
I wasn't put here to save you
just put my blood on this paper