In a last act of hope I swung myself from the rope,
maybe they'd get to see it wasn't just my neck that broke,
But I woke up again, feeling wretched again,
Who knew killing myself wouldn't spare me from pain?

I thought I’d finally rest from that insufferable dread,
Not keep on mourning the living and walking the dead.
I guess clocking out early doesn't go down that well,
So, the man in the clouds straight up sent me to hell.

It's on brand I suppose, he's just bitter, that's all,
I only wish I needn't pay for his neglect with my soul.