He's feelin a little ill
Go figure, he pops a pill
Thinkin it's no big deal
because it's all unreal.
Feeling as worthless as dust, blowing in the wind
Deep down inside, he's bearly hanging by a limb.
The thought of suicide, has ran through his mind
Carbon Monoxide, he's tried time and time.
but his guilty conscience dreads
with these thoughts in his head.
Of all these tears he has shed
and all the droplets he has bled.
He looks face to face with death
as he reaches out to take his last breathe.
