Sing Me To My Suicide

I cry myself to sleep, thinking of you.
How you said that you can't deal,
I'm too much, you said you're through,
I know exactly how you feel.

I know I'm not pretty, or even okay,
I know I'm loud and messy too,
I know you hate the things I say,
I know I'm not perfect enough for you.

My socks never match, and my hair's always a mess,
My make-up is smudged and I'm not exactly thin,
And as hard as I try, even when it's my best,
I'm not as good as I could have been.

So grant me this favor, it will be my last,
Put aside your contempt and foolish pride,
Let what was stay in the past,
And sing me to my suicide.