I thought I could take a gun to my head
But that’s already been said
I thought I could take a rope
But nope…maybe some dope
I thought I could take a knife
To end all the strife in my life.
So I take the knife and slice my vein
But really what do I gain?
People standing over me
Pretending they care
A nice little funeral
With flowers and stones
Instead I will fear what is coming near
The life I have to pretend I like
Just to make it through on day
So I must put on the façade and go about my way…
Just to make it through a day
