Sitting in a bathtub full of pinkish water 
A razor blade in one hand
A head full of excuses in the other hand
This is nothing new you have been like this since birth
They told you life would get better but your 20 something
Thinking about suicide how much easier it would be
Remember when I told you things would get better
This is being mentally ill before you knew what it was
Runaway from it but your have to face soon
Some of us wasn't born to live lavishing lives
So let's make jokes about and die inside a little more
You once knew what love was but that's two years too far