I have my photo album,
Spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say goodbye,
To the memories,
It's hard to say goodbye,
To the people,
I loved and cared for,
In a letter I wrote:
"I'm sorry for leaving,
I had to fall,
Save your tears,
I have no regrets,
Neither should you,
I just want you to know,
I love you all..."
I put the pistol's tip,
Beneath my chin,
Taking one last look,
At pictures of family and friends,
Calmly I pulled the trigger,
And fell to the ground,
Commiting suicide,
As my way out....
