Every Teenage Suicide
Three minutes time
My well will run dry
No need to cry or feel sorrow
The moon is a jewel
But it shines like a fool
I can't really face tomorrow
Suicide
Stood on a chair
Soon I'll hang in the air
Swinging from the lamp by a noose
Blackest of thoughts
God knows I have fought
But alive I don't feel any use
Suicide
Finally cracked
I'm down on the tracks
My head is lined up with the wheels
Tried to be loved
Find a force from above
Below is always how I feel
Suicide