Suicide (Twelve Ways to Kill Myself)
Stick this knife into my chest,
It is for the very best.
Swim to the bottom and never breath again.
Hold my breath and count to 10.
Take the pills and don't puke them up.
They put charcoal in my stomach, they never give up.
I cut my wrists and now I'm bleeding out.
I was gonna do this soon, no one had a doubt.
I play in the street because no one loves me.
The pain in my eyes how could you not see?
All sharp objects should be put in a box.
Closed with 1000 locks.
Put the fork into the outlet.
If I died would any one be upset?
Tie the rope around my neck.
Suicide starts, a train wreck.
Plunge this steak into my heart.
We got off to a bad start.
Put the gun to my head.
You can't take back the words you said.
Drink the poison to the last drop.
Don't quit now you can't stop.
Do the drugs till you O.D.
This way you'll die happily.
Live your life till there's no more.
Life is such a fucking whore.
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