I feel them dropping on my third eye.
A constant beat, like the Native Americans playing their war drums.
Drop, drop, drop, drop...... It never stops.
Is it on my neck, is it on my ear?
I saw myself today, and I cut my throat.
My heart is still beating. I hate myself, i kill myself over and over again.
Why can't i go.
Why can't I leave, why isn't anyone responding to me, why don't they wake up.
Today I broke into my house and put four bullets into my head,
I've felt this before. Somethings crawling on me.
Somethings falling on me. The Raindrops.
It's only raindrops, raindrops, raindrops, raindrops, raindrops, raindrops.
1...2....3....4.....5....6...7...6..7..6..7..6..7.6..7..6..7.6.
I broke into my house again, except this time all of me was climbing out of a long black bus.
How many bullets, how many knives, will it take, to end this wretched life?
I put one bullet in my head, one bullet in my leg, one into my spine.
And i still wonder why, why am i still alive.
I've felt this before. Somethings crawling on me.
Somethings falling on me. The Raindrops.
It's only raindrops, raindrops, raindrops, raindrops, raindrops, raindrops.
1...2....3....4.....5....6...7...6..7..6..7..6..7.6..7..6..7.6.
Today I finally killed myself.
