Count down till I bleed out

Eden isn′t real

It'll never have appeal(Oh-ooh)

The window in my room

Beckons me to jump

I back up

And I give it what I′ve got

Now I want to be (I will be)

Living painfully

When I hurt the worst (Hurt the worst)

I create the most

Take my happiness

And I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness

And I will lose direction

(Ooh, lose direction)

(Ooh)

Red on my arms and my torso

Sitting up

I look around

Why is air

Still in my lungs?

Red on my arms and my torso

Sitting up

I look around

Why is air

Still in my lungs?

This poem will never be

Everything I want

Full of rampant mental block

(Oh-ooh)

I guess I'll take it still

If I have to own the dark

Break the bulb on idealistic hearts

Now I want to be (I will be)

Living painfully

When I hurt the worst (Hurt the worst)

I create the most

Take my happiness

And I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness

And I will lose direction

No this poem

Will never be exactly

What I want

So break the bulb around me

No this poem

Will never be exactly

What I want

So break the bulb

Now I want to be

Living painfully

When I hurt the worst

I create the most

Take my happiness

And I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness

And I will lose direction

Take my happiness

And I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness

And I will lose direction