I memorized the details on Death’s door,
It just seemed so familiar like I’d seen it once before,
Still I’m sure I made it up inside my head,
But it just felt so natural remembering when I was dead,

I’ve been noticing the broken bits in my mind,
They rattle around at night making sleep too hard to find,
I just wanna read about the details of my doom,
Why can’t fate just type them up and send them to my room,

I’m waiting for the day when God falls from the sky,
Maybe then the world would realize that even He can die,
I’ve just spend far too much time being bored,
I want the world to acknowledge how it hurts to be ignored,

I wonder if I’ll die before I win,
I want to show them I mean something so that they’ll let me in,
My only motivation is to prove them wrong,
I would die happy tomorrow as long as they see that I belong,

It’s just been forever since I’ve let myself smile.