My path is laid before me,
Mistakes have closed the doors,
So maybe I'll give up,
And lay here on the floor.
I see nothing more to do.
Can't change the past right now.
I finally let you win,
Now let me tell you how.
While your cozy and sleeping,
Warm and in a soft bed.
I'll be sitting here,
Wishing I were dead.
I may just take a rope,
Tie a noose around my neck,
Kick over the chair.
Why not? What the heck.
Or I could slit my wrist,
With that icy metal blade.
Let my pain bleed out,
I'm done playing your maid.
If I found the gun.
I could put it to my brain.
Pull the trigger fast,
The quicker my life will drain.
Simply put, there's water.
So easily to drown.
And as I kill myself and sin,
The horns become my crown.
Or maybe I could wait,
And just say "Up yours!"
Wait for Karma to knock you down.
So you can kiss the floor.
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