Wipe clean my crimson drenched flesh
Sew up these torn wrists of mine
And steal away my bloody knife
But I will still find a way to end it all
Hide all the pills from me
Put a lock on the medicine cabinet
And throw out every ounce of alcohol
But I will still find a way to end it all
Remove all guns from the house
Every handgun, rifle and shotgun
And dispose every last bullet
But I will still find a way to end it all
Burn every inch of rope and string
Remove all belts and shoelaces from my room
And every other device I may try to use
But I will still find a way to end it all
You can hide every death tool
Every substance which I could use
You can do everything to try prevent me
But I will always find a way to end it all
