I don't know if I'm gonna do it
A small cut on my wrist
A rope tied on my neck
I'm tired with all those wreck
I don't know if what I'm doing is right
I know what I'm thinking is not bright
But I'm tired with all those things
I'm hurt with what you bring
That's why this is the only thing I can think of
This cutting and tying my neck off
Until I die, hanging off
Suicide- that's the first thing I thought of
