She thought about it all the time
How to make the perfect rymne
She thought about it night and day
How to find the perfect way
She thought about it till hours past
How to make it quick and fast
She dreamt about it in her sleep
Her body buried six feet deep
She thought about her shifty life
And thought about the silver knife
She thought about the wonder and thrill
Of drifting away from several pills
She forgot about her fucking pride
And planned her perfect suicide
