i gave up a long time ago

my sweet dream rotted inside-out,
theres nothing i long to live for.
i want to swing but mom wont let me,
and i don't have the guts to go against her.
i want to rest in the tub,
but mother would surly disapprove.

I see it now, my dream coming alive.
im swinging, rope around my neck
emptiness in my eyes.
im bathing in my own warm blood,
and licking the knife.
trust me I gave up a long time ago.