Deadly thoughts run through my head
Thinking about the joy of being dead
Thinking of how I would do it
Would it be wrong?
Will it bring the death to which I belong?
Deadly thoughts run through my mind
Thinking of what they will find
Thinking of when it will be done
Would it be fun?
Will I do it before the coming sun?
Deadly thoughts come out of my mouth
Telling them when and telling them how
Telling them why and how I always cry
Would they send me away?
Will they understand?
There are just to many deadly thoughts running through my head
