Modified Sing a song of sixpence

Sing A song of reality
Everyone wants to die
Four and twenty razor blades falling from the sky
And when everything gets too much the razor blade digs in
And isn't that the best way to let the devil win
The girl was in her bedroom slitting her dead wrists
Her friend was in the pillroom taking more than the bottle insists
The other was in the garden hanging up the rope she put the neck around her throat and let it choke