I would never commit suicide but I like to envision a gun to my head A car crash in the waiting Situations id end up dead I imagine what would happen next The loved one next to me A stranger beside me How they would react How they would proceed to be Maybe im the only one that thinks this way But whenever im in the car I cant wait for the car across us to tear into my aching body and put me to rest I must sound phychotic But im okay with that