Goodbye

I want you to promise

That you wont cry for me

You have to understand

That I need to finally be free

'Cos now I have the strength

I'm not afraid of death

Or what comes next

When I take my last breath

I'm ready to be given

To heaven or to hell

Maybe then you'll see the truth

In the stories that I tell

To let go would be so easy

With the help of a knife

Then my wrists would tell the stories

Of the problems in my life