With Every Passing Day

With every day I somehow get sadder

Get sadder

Get sadder. 

Drawn to death like moth to flame

To flame

To flame

Whether by pills, by rope, by gun

By gun

By gun

I long to leave this world behind me

Behind me

Behind me

Perhaps neverland better suits me

Suits me

Suits me

I'll just have to wait to see

To see

To see