Suicide

You feel so sore - you feel so sorry for your shitty little self once more

And your life is shit, what’s new, nobody loves you, no-one ever did

So what do you keep waiting for?

Here is the window, and this is the fifteenth floor.

 

So take your leave from your imaginary memories

of anything that could or would or should have been

The sky and I will watch you fly as you decide upon suicide as your best try

For something to remember you by – bye

 

You feel so low – you feel so lonely in your petty little one-man-show

That is all about your Status Quo of pain, which will remain the same

You lay the blame on someone else’s name

You’re free to go, and end this foolish game

So take your leave from your imaginary memories

of anything that could or would or should have been

The sky and I will watch you fly as you decide upon suicide as your best try

For something to remember you by – bye

 

Before you fall apart, please take the time to get yourself an organ donor card

To all those who wait and crave the chance you didn’t take, or disregard

They will appreciate it – and maybe say a prayer by your grave.

 

So take your leave from your imaginary memories

of anything that could or would or should have been

The sky and I will watch you fly as you decide upon suicide as your best try

For something to remember you by – bye

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