As I sit here
With drugs to the left,
Vodka to the right,
And a knife in my hand,
I think about my friends,
And how I'll never see them again;
As I write my will
I feel like
I'm actually wanted;
My friends will be so upset,
But I have no choice;
My daddy's gone,
And so is my mom
I have noone to hold me
That actually loves me;
I wish I could see them
One last time
Before I go;
As I cut my flesh,
I wonder what my friends are doing right now
Goodbye, cruel world!
With drugs to the left,
Vodka to the right,
And a knife in my hand,
I think about my friends,
And how I'll never see them again;
As I write my will
I feel like
I'm actually wanted;
My friends will be so upset,
But I have no choice;
My daddy's gone,
And so is my mom
I have noone to hold me
That actually loves me;
I wish I could see them
One last time
Before I go;
As I cut my flesh,
I wonder what my friends are doing right now
Goodbye, cruel world!
