there's a dark thing called suicide thats living in my brain
and my thoughts tend to drift off to it day after day after day
it has finally conquered my soul and taken what used to be there hostage
none of this special help or weird medicine is stopping it
sometimes i think about if i were dead, would you be in despair?
but then i just laugh and think that no one would even care
i'm just so tired of this, i'll just go ahead and leave
maybe one day soon you'll benefit from not having me
i grab the gun, a marker,and a bullet before i run out of time
and write your name across it so they'd know you were the last thing that went through my mind
