Why is it that I always look to death
As if it is the only answer
Had it all planned out to my very last breath
Yet somehow I am still alive
I had the rope, swinging from the ceiling
Ready to take that final dive
Then I got this feeling
And began
To have a change of plan
I wanted to live
But then
All over again
I just wanted to die
And as I cry
I took a sharp razor blade
To my wrist and started to push
As each cut was being made
I watch the blood rush
Then I quit
I couldn't go through with it
So I decided to continue living with shit
Until I can't bare anymore
When tears in my eyes again start to pour
And I start to plan a new way
To take my life away
Maybe if I overdose
Though before I have come close
To actually going through with it
Maybe if I use a gun
That would be a effective way of dying
And it would defiantly get the job done
Very quick
With one click
Then I wouldn't have time to blink
Or even think
Of changing my mind
And all the answers I could never find
Well one I finally found and got
was one shot
