“I can see the image in my brain, All these thought's sick twisted purely insane. No stopping me now, like a fire just igniting. My minds made up, death seems so inviting. Better off dead, better off dead, The screaming in my head, Won't stop, won't fucking quit. Try to keep calm, but I cant control it. I can even picture myself, hanging in a closet. Or even stealing a gun, typical death by a bullet. Or popping thirteen different prescription pills, Maybe drowning in a bathtub hoping it kills. Better off dead, better off dead, The screaming in my head, Won't stop, won't fucking quit. Try to keep calm, but I cant control it. If it feels this right, how could it be wrong. End this so called life with one final song, A last goodbye, one last line. Now it's time to shut up and die.”
