Rope, rope, tied in a knot.

Gun, gun held to my head,
Weighing me down, as heavy as lead.
Just want it to stop, just want to be dead,
Press the trigger of joy, and everything goes red.

Fire, fire burning bright,
Set my broken body alight.
A beacon of death that glows in the night,
Which sets me free as I give up the fight.

Rope, rope tied in a knot,
The noose Ive made, that is what.
Leave me to hang, then leave me to rot,
A tortured soul that the world all forgot.

Water, water still and clear,
Drown my sorrow and my fear.
It seems like Ive cried an ocean of tears,
But thats over now cause the end's drawing near.