I want you to tell me
That everything is a lie
I want you to tell me
I deserve to die
I want you to tell me
Nothing will turn around
I want you to tell me
I belong in the ground
I want you to tell me
I am a disgrace
I want you to tell me
You never want to see my face
I want you to tell me
There is nothing better ahead
I want you to tell me
I’m better off dead
I want you to tell me
I don’t belong
I want you to tell me
Everything I do is wrong
I want you to tell me
My skies will always be grey
But I want you to love me enough
To tell me everything will be okay
That everything is a lie
I want you to tell me
I deserve to die
I want you to tell me
Nothing will turn around
I want you to tell me
I belong in the ground
I want you to tell me
I am a disgrace
I want you to tell me
You never want to see my face
I want you to tell me
There is nothing better ahead
I want you to tell me
I’m better off dead
I want you to tell me
I don’t belong
I want you to tell me
Everything I do is wrong
I want you to tell me
My skies will always be grey
But I want you to love me enough
To tell me everything will be okay
Contructive criticism?