I stare at the weapons I laid down in front
Wondering which would take first shot
Would it be the gun or the axe maybe the rope or pills
Maybe I'll cover myself in oil and light myself alight
So maybe I can light up the night
I run my hands
Over the selections of knives
Wondering if it would be one of these that would take my life
There's a bucket of water and a bottle of bleach
I oiled up the stairs in case I change my mind
But I know I won't
For my life's a living hell
And it was all hidden behind a fake smile
That everyone believed
No one even considered
That the girl with the pretty smile
Was suicidal
