Wishing I could clear my head
Of all these painful thoughts
If only I had a bullet, yes
Bang!
I'm dead.

Not as simple as that though
I can't leave the ones I love, no
My heart would rot from the guilt
And I'd die a sinful death

If only I could escape my mind
Just for a day or two
Maybe then, I'd be sane
Maybe then, I'd feel okay again

I guess I have to continue living
This torture of a life
Which could easily be ended
By a knife to the back
Or a heart attack