I want to die,
you'll hear me cry
you'll come in and find
I've commited suicide.

you will cry 
try to deny
that I've really died
you will ask why
you didn't notice the signs,

how could you think I was fine?

you will ask why 
I didn't try
to confide.

where I lie
you will realize
over this time
I was living a lie

the reall battle was inside.

you will see in my eyes 
that I was wearing a disguise.
you will sigh
and whisper "good bye"
then you will ask, why suicide??