As I lie
Waiting to die
All I can do is cry

I sigh
Then look up very high
Into the sky
Oh, what would it be like to fly?
Or become a spy?

I was always quiet and shy
In Junior High

I wore an old school colored tie
On the fourth of July

As a kid I learned to Multiply
And even simplify

The blood on my thigh
Has begun to dry
I see a light

I see a light
Even though it’s night
Then close my eyes tight

I think back to the strife
When my wife
Took a knife
And ended my life