The Politics Of Living And The Shame In Dying

I wish i was here
All this white light’s gone black and no one’s here to see
I wish i could scream «stop this awkward confusion»
And let me be
My system to keep wishing. my system could work
Black ink has the cure
Feel good knowing your solution if forgotten in a year
I’ll wait just to never really have to decide
Cause it’s our goddamn right to live
Yet it’s still not our choice to die
My system could work
But it’s all i can do to breathe is wait
My system to keep wishing. my system could work
Why do i? why do i try? my system could work