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I woke up lost and alone

almost too run down to move.

Tried to find my way out

of my cold padded room.

The doors are all sealed

there are no windows to escape.

I should've taken my pills

but now I know it's too late.

Today is my last day

I'm commited to this torture.

It slipped a ring on my finger,

till death do us part.

To live life this way

is hell on earth, I'm ending it.

Ending the pain, and the torment

the anguish and tears, fuck it.

I can't deal with these tortures

that are haunting my mind.

So I'm removing them forever

quickly, it's almost time.

Find the rope that I stole

where the fuck did I put it?

Here it is...

Now tie it to the beam, over top my bed

is the loop big enough to fit over my head?

Quickly say goodbye to the voices that imprison me

so long you sons a bitches, I'm setting myself free.

It's time now, stand on my bed, hold the rope taught

and just jump, it's easy see?

I'm struggling, why? I don't want to catch my breath

oh well too late, I was already dead...