I'm living a life,
A life called a lie.
A life full of false hopes,
And depressing things.
If this is life,
I don't want to live,
I just want to die,
My heart's starting to give.
Planning the day,
The hour,
The minute.
Can't make it too soon,
Or too far for that matter.
So many choices and dates to pick from.
February, March, April, maybe May
A knife, a pill, or maybe I'll hang.
I just want you to know that
I love you too
I'll miss you friend
But now it's the end.
