You start to think
But you choose to die
You grip the razor
And start to cry
You think it over
And grab the pills
You pour the water
But you don't have the will
You think again
And take the gun
But you can't pull the trigger
Now where's the fun?
One more time
You tie a noose
Stand on a ledge
But you figure you need a boost
Too many times
And you're fed up
With nothing left to do
But go back to step one
