| Here's My Letter... |
| Blood dripping down the knife Feelin' sick to my stomach Wishing I could end this life It's just a big heartache I see no reason to go on There's nothing out there for me People tell me to keep it easy Yet there's no point that I see Don't want to stay here Wanna get away now I just can't stay here I must escape somehow I'm gonna end this life And I'll do it with a gun Can't see, for I've lost my sight Of what I wanted to become Too depressed to live Nothing's gonna change Don't know what life is 'Cuz mine's so deranged So here's my letter To whoever finds my body "I'm now much better And I'm not at all sorry" |
| written: April 23, 2004. |
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