Ding Dong, The Bitch Is Dea- Oh, Wait, That's me. ~_~

My clothes whip against the wind
As I fall to my death, pretend I have wings.

There's a gun in my hand, now its at my head..
Put these brains against the walls, this blood soaks the bed..

There's a chisel in my chest, I couldn't find a knife.
I stand in the street, the car takes my life.

The chain is lowered, I'm dipped in the oil.
My skin is burning, it's starting to boil.

As my body connects with the jagged rocks,
My better senses tell me to stop.

But I can't, because it's too much fun
To put my life in mortal harm.

But nothing hurt quite as much,
As the broken heart you gave me, slut.

So I swallow the cyanide, my mouth starts to foam.
Breath in the monoxide, as I pick up the phone.

To call my ex.
She asks if I'm fine.
I start to speak, but I die on the line.