Strange Fantasy

If I cut a little deeper
I could leave this world real soon
If I took a few more pills
I could leave before the setting of the moon

If I put that rope up high
And tied it in a noose
If I put my head in the oven
Used my depression as an excuse

If I left my car running
And closed the garage door
If I held a gun to my head
Shot, and fell to the floor

Every time I am low
These thoughts go through my head
And I know its a strange fantasy
But I often wish Im dead