I think maybe I want to die I think so, I'm not sure. Don't really think About cutting Just don't want to endure
I guess that I Just know that when I see a gravel ledge I wonder if It might be nice To drive right off the edge
I think maybe I want to die I could be wrong, I guess All I know is Sometimes I feel I live under duress
I don't know what This feeling is– An illness, I suppose But living does Not give me life No scent holds to a rose
I think maybe I want to die I think so, I don't know Oblivion Seems much preferred To more days moving slow
Colors, they don't Seem as bright The sky–it starts to fade I wish it would Be over now And I could waste away
I think maybe I want to die I almost did last week A flash of white And silver hues And tires start to squeak
And when the car Came straight for me I promise I won't lie I had no thought For my own life I think I want to die.
They say that there are more ways to be suicidal than cutting. They say that it's when you cross the street without looking both ways or when you're not careful while chopping vegetables, those are little ways to k1ll yourself as well. So when that Cadillac hit me and I came inches away from death, and I didn't feel afraid or even sad, I wondered if it's because I want to d1e.