Wanting to die makes talking hard. I don’t know how else to talk but through ink on paper. In the meantime, I’m almost hoping someone will find me out soon. I keep dropping hints to the thing I can’t come out and say, but… I just don’t know how much longer I can take this. I love the suicide project… Whether people care or not, they’re reading. At least for the moment, that’s enough for me.
To paint a picture of my heart tonight,
I’m trying to find the words to write,
That will tell the story behind the scars,
But all I have is this guitar.
So I’m throwing my pen aside tonight,
I’m going to try with all my might,
Maybe if I keep singing to myself,
I’ll find a clue to get me through.
Chorus Intro
I’ve played this Hawk Nelson song,
A million times over already,
And each time, I swear,
He’s singing about me.
Chorus
Wasting away,
Is such a terrible fade,
When you’re too far gone,
To try to hold on.
This must be the last resort,
This must be the last resort.
It’s 5:30, I’ve been awake all night,
Something about this place isn’t right,
I’m scared to leave a part of me here,
But staying here is my biggest fear.
Someday, everyone will have forgotten,
And all those photographs will fade,
Nothing will be left to prove that there,
Was ever a part that I had played.
Chorus Intro
I’ve played this Relient K song,
A million times over already,
And each time, I swear,
They’re talking to me.
Chorus
Wasting away,
Is such a terrible fade,
When you’re too far gone,
To try to hold on.
This must be the last resort,
This must be the last resort.
Bridge
How did I manage to destroy,
Two lives in such a short time?
No solutions left but this,
No decisions left to make.
Chorus
Wasting away,
Is such a terrible fade,
When you’re too far gone,
To try to hold on.
This must be the last resort,
This must be the last resort.
Chorus
Wasting away,
Is such a terrible fade,
When you’re too far gone,
To try to hold on.
This must be the last resort,
This must be the last resort.
4 comments
“Whether people care or not, they’re reading. At least for the moment, that’s enough for me.”
Painter, I care. There is no “if” about it.
Listen… please talk to me, or someone…
“Whether people care or not, they’re reading. At least for the moment, that’s enough for me.â€
i truly care . im here and always will be .
talk to me please .
Jennifer i sent you an email but you enver responded.
and that was a very elegant lyric, Taylor.
Phoung, just spoke with you. Wrong email. 🙂