My happiest thought is suicide
I'm so tired of all these lies
just let me die
give me a razor
give me some pills
give me a rope to hang myself
don't cry when I'm gone
don't waste a tear
don't say you didn't see it coming
don't say i was a great kid
don't say a bunch of stuff that wasn't true
for once tell the truth
tell it like it is
say what you feel
say you hated me and your glad I am gone
don't cover up my scars
show everyone the real me
show them how I felt
show them the damage i did with the razor blade
keep my make-up on
leave the black tears and black lipstick
its time they see the real me
tell my mom i loved her very much
tell my sister anything its probably better then what i came up with
these are my final goodbyes
so don't say i was strong
for i am weak and can't go on
