Not romantic, not poetic, just a chance to not exist
Slowly drawing, a cold steel blade, across the neck that she once kissed
I won't be remembered, I'm forgotten even now
I managed to make it this far but I'm really not sure how.
So goodbye to everyone, who won't read this
Goodbye to everyone who will barely even notice
So this is it, goodbye, I hope
So this is it, I'll get the rope