I'm falling apart,
slowly,
ever so slowly.
I'm breaking apart,
slowly,
ever so slowly.
You're tearing me apart,
slowly,
ever so slowly.
If I can't help falling apart,
why can't I fall faster?
If I can't help breaking apart,
why can't I break faster?
If you can't help tearing me apart,
why can't you tear me faster?
This is all happening so slowly.
Slow makes it boring;
Slow makes it sad;
Slow makes it painful.
If I'm going to die,
why can't I just die now
and get it over with?
What will I do
that's so immportant anyways?
Is there really any point
to this madness we call "life"?
I'm tired.
So tired of this.
Of everything.
If something's going to happen,
Why can't it happen now?