[Prozac]

Empty fields move me so much more than rooms filled up with friends
The way the trees look dead
Reminds me that there's more to life than living
And maybe giving up's not bad, but part of letting go of you

If I surrender to this feeling maybe all the aches and pains
Will go and I can close my eyes
Never again to have them open till I bleed out all I've been
I don't want to be alone no more
No more

Take this razor, sign your name across my wrists
So everyone will know who left me like this
Sew me up my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we've had

I'll never waste another second
I have wasted so much time
And I have wasted, wasted so much time
So much time