Bury me in a ballroom gown
So I look pretty when you kiss me
And mutter your goodbyes
Reserve heavenly angels
For only a small fee
To accompany me into the underground
Have them sing my name in solemnity
Until my suicide note is found
Then cross out the word "tragedy"
From every song and hymn
Replace them with "a waste of life"
Stop calling me a prodigy
And start saying that it was me
Who held the deathly knife
Strip me of my silken gown
Just another worthless suicide