Maybe when I die, they'll find my mask stuck to my face.
Maybe I have to be brave and take this leap of faith.
Maybe dying isn't bad when you're hurting with every breath.
Maybe I can end this pain if I conquer my fear of death.

I'm tired of acting like I don't want to die.
Can't bear the pain of smiling like I'm just fine.
Forever afraid of anybody's eyes.
Deceiving everyone with my jokes and lies.
I want to become nothing and feel nothing.
So being something else won't be so crushing.
I'll be reborn as a bright red ocean foam.
So please don't cry, Mom, I'm just going home.

Born from nothing.
Return to nothing.
Hypervigilant nothing.
Hypersensitive nothing.
I've overworked everything.
And I've accomplished nothing.
I am nothing.