I'm sitting on the rug in my bedroom
Depressed and sunken deep in my gloom.
I pull out a knife from under my bed
And turn the pink rug a ghastly shade of red.
I can't seem to relate to anyone
And I'm too scared to pick up a gun.
So I grab my 12-inch knife
And try so hard to end my life.
My time has come; it's time to go.
My true feelings no one will ever know.
I'm sorry that I had to leave,
But keep your chin up. I don't want you to grieve.
