In the kitchen,
The metho in the sink,
Wanna kill myself today,
Gunna have a drink,
The bottle to my mouth,
God it burns my throat,
Already made my letter,
On my bed-the suicide note,
I hear footsteps,
Mum comes through the door,
She knocks the bottle from my mouth,
She drags me to the floor,
She's crying now,
Because she see's the fate,
She tries to bring me back to life,
But by then....its just too late.
Its so damn gr8 keep the gr8 job on i,ll do the same someday but waiting till that last chanc get out of my sigh but if u still alive wara abou if try it togrthr
vote me ;(
