So Many Questions Lyrics

Cut through the veins

Blood slowly drains

Cure for the ache

Death; my escape from here

Everyone just watches as i suffer

They must think i enjoy how my tears taste

Never thinking for a second

About how they would feel in my place

If i'm alive why do they treat me like a ghost

And act like i don't exist?

Am i see through?

Do i not bleed too?

Did i croak and come back a fucking myth?

Are they scared of me?

Do they think i need therapy?

I'm miserable, invisible and so i ask myself

Will it be the razor or the rope?

And will i even be missed?

Will good riddance be what they mean

when they say rest in peace?

Will they even notice i'm gone?

Will they even notice?

If i'm alive why do they treat me like a ghost

And act like i don't exist?

Am i see through?

Do i not bleed too?

Did i croak and come back a fucking myth?

Are they scared of me?

Do they think i need therapy?

I'm miserable, invisible and so i ask myself

Will it be the razor or the rope?

And will i even be missed?