I'd rather die when my soul dies  
I'm choosing death


I cannay inhale it I'm getting a stronger rejection 
I feel a pain and I know that my lungs can no longer function
Who told me I'm different?
I'm nay different, I'm just overreacting 
But Every little things goes hell wrong 
Every fucking small thing goes hell wrong
I'm simple, I see a road so I go
I see a mistake so I'm wrong

I cannay inhale it, I'm getting a stronger rejection,
Just outta binge, and straight to depression,
Who's saying I'm a victim, 
I'm not a victim, I'm a hero, 
What's my superpower, 
I was trying to be a non-cliche kind
But I'm done witt the procrastination
Whatta hell is your vision
And how is it different to mine?
Whatta hell are your reasons
And how they are different to mine?