How can I leave you?

How can I leave you?
Let me count the ways.
 
I could slit my wrists.
Blow out my brains.
Jump from a bridge.
Driving off a cliff.
Bring pills into the mix.
Antifreeze would do me in.
Too much water in my lungs makes it hard to breathe.
Speeding cars would crush my bones.
Gasoline and a match, what a way to go.
Locking myself in a freezer wouldn't that be cool.
Food intake is such a waste, starvation is an answer.
Crystal meth and crank and coke, leaving on a high.
 
What you say, walk right out the door, a wonderful sentiment you see.
But the truth is you closed it tight, locked it up, and took away the key.