See I’ve got these suicidal tendencies
and they’ve gotten me in trouble
I’m not allowed to be alone
It’s like I’m trapped inside a bubble

I had this habit of carving my skin
and they think that’s not okay
I can’t play with sharp things
They’ve taken them all away

I once played with fire and you can guess what happened
it got a little out of hand and I burned myself and others
So now I’m forced to sit and shiver
For my flame they did smother

I liked to tie knots in this old dusty rope
and when one day I tried to see if it’d catch me
They took my rope and hid my belts
So now my pants hang to my knee

One time I took some pills
to see what they would do
But they pumped my system clean
And stole my bottle of gin too

I always was a fan of heights
and when I tried to see if I could fly
They locked my in this padded room
Where I can’t even see the sky

The final straw was when I had this gun
and I held it to my temple
The trigger wouldn’t ******* squeeze
And now they treat me like I’m mental

Cause I’ve got these suicidal tendencies
people have started to judge
I’m just like you, only I don’t care
If I’m alive or cold to the touch