lying here on the kitchen floor beaten and bruised
lying here on the kitchen floor looking at you
i know just what i need to do
do you all a favour and leave for good
there's so many ways that i could
i could climb this chair to the ceiling fan
tie a knot in the rope and leave me to hang
i could find that gun hidden in the walls
one good shot should end it all
i could seek out that blade
lose my sense of right and wrong
a few deeper cuts, it shouldn't take long
all i'm saying is that i could leave here tonight
but you wouldn't care, wouldn't put up a fight
a suicide note i've had no time to write
mum, dad i'm saying goodnight