I am done being alive,
i have no place here,
no reason to strive,
i am just a bird with a broken wing,
i just got no reason to sing,
so i guess its time to stop,
i guess its time to drop,
as my body slowly hits the floor,
and my mom opens the door,
she probably won't even shed a tear,
my friends wont miss me,
cause i was just as camouflaged as a tree,
a rope round my neck a bucket below my feet,
i eat one last final treat,
a true lass supper to appreciate,
i will hang like my soul has my entire life,
every moment was only strife.