Why do I, want to die, all the time? Is it lies? Or is it just the guy, inside my head, telling me that I'm better off dead. Yeah, that's what he says. Pull the belt around your neck, draw your last breath. Don't put up a fight, your finally doing something right, and your doing it tonight. It'll be over soon, you'll go down with the moon. They'll all know by noon, that you were doomed. And they'll always remember, when they read your letter, everything will get better. This is your only shot, don't screw it up. Hold on until your heart stops, and your body drops, Don't call the cops. It's to late, this is your fate, Just hold on and wait, until the drugs take their place. Lose all of the feeling in your face, Your heart starts to race, And then changes pace. It slows down, but you don't frown. Take a final bow, Lay down, and don't wake up.