Sweet Suicide.

I see a rope,
I suddenly want it around my throat.
I see a gun with one bullet left,
I suddenly have to use it.
I see a knife,
I suddenly want it to slice open my wrist.
Oh...sweet suicide...why do you screw up my mind so?

My heart is breaking.
My brain is shutting down.
My soul is tired of living.
I'm tired of living.
Tired of living with people I
hate
and
fear.
Oh...sweet suicide...please come closer.

Sweet suicide.
Sweet suicide.
Tie this rope around my throat.
Hang me up high!
Let my body go limp!
Sweet suicide.
Sweet suicide.
Make me pull the trigger.
Make a single, bloody rose appear at my temple.
Sweet suicide.
Sweet suicide.
Slice open my wrists.
Make a warm, bloody river flow over my pale skin.

Oh...sweet suicide...
Do not kill me quickly.

Oh...sweet suicide...
Make my skin turn pale.

Oh...sweet suicide...
Make me disappear.

Oh...sweet suicide...
Why do you screw up my mind so?