You'll be a queen of heaven now and sit with the angles.
No more pain.
No more games.
No more trying.
Nor more crying.
Do you want to learn to fly?
All you have to do is try.
Take the jump,
go ahead and try, you won't cry.
Your throat won't have that lump.
Take the jump.

The snow so white
my skin so pale and bright.
The dark night cries.
Just like my dark dark eyes.
The cold gray skies know,
they match my soul.
And the blizzard unforgiving,
matches me when i'm grinning.
Winter, cold dark that wrecks,
resembles me.
I'm such a mess.

The dark thoughts that fill my head
as soon as i'm in bed.
They haunt my dreams
i should not like them,
although it may seem...
They're my favorite dreams.
Nightmares,
make me so aware
that all monsters are human,
they're in our heads.
While i lay in bed.
They're in my head,
not underneath
where they're said to be.
The monster is me.

My hands shake, my head aches
a couple more pills i take.
It will go away,
the shakes, the aches and the pain
this is all part of the game,
The game of fate.
Will i live, or will i die?
However many pills i take
i decide
will i live or will i die?
i think as i close my eyes
my heart keeps beating
i guess it decides,
not tonight.

The funeral under the sea,
there's no one here but me.
I can't see,
i wonder who it's for
i'm the only one there
maybe there's supposed to be more?
I'm not so sure.
I'm tired and my arms are sore,
from trying so hard i'm sure.
I need to rest
in this casket
in my black dress. I'm a mess.
And i know if i sleep now,
sleep away the distress,
know that i had given up
and there's no such thing as waking up.