I’m fantasizing about my suicide
Thinking about the way I would like to die
I dream of the moment of my goodbye
Can’t get this thought out of my mind...
Flowers stand in bloom, the sun sets high at noon
But I feel nothing but a sense of gloom
So what am I supposed to do?
Take the knife and cut through my vein
Or use the gun and blow out my brain?
I’ve been thinking about it for quiet a while
Dreaming of the various ways to commit suicide
In fact I’m thinking about it all the time
Imagining the moment I’ll depart from my boring life
So what should I do?
Swallow these pills, intoxicate my brain
Or get on the tracks and jump before the train?
Oh yes, I’m pondering how I want to die
Imagining how it’s like to leave everything behind
It’s a constant thought that I can’t get out of my mind
Dreaming of the day I take away my futile life
I’m looking forward to snuff out my last breath
Separate my body & soul and welcome death
But which way will I choose?
Drive of the road and crush myself
Or take the woven rope and hang myself?
Throw myself of that bridge
or jump of that enormous ridge?
There are so many options to choose
But be patient, you’ll hear it via the news...