Could somebody answer the phone
Could someone unlock the door
At this very moment I'm splayed out
All over the living room floor

Which I now find rather ironic
Since I no longer am one of the living
If this is all some silly joke
There must be something I'm missing

I think that I left a note
Pretty sure I wrote it in red
Still there's a few things I wish I'd thought of
Before putting the gun to my head

Like how will this affect my loved ones
Will they place the blame on themselves
Will their remaining years here on earth
Be that of a living hell

And who out of all of my family
Is going to clean up this mess
Will it be my little sister
Or will it be my mom and my dad

As  I lay here in this ****** madness
Where the body and the gun both fell
No one the wiser is laughing
At this joke that I pulled on myself