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Shy away the promises

Forget, then close the door

I haven't seen my shadow around

It's been dark since 15 past 4.

I killed all my past regrets

I hated to let them go

So this blood-stained knife will be my last regret

Before I am gone and ready to go



Suicide

What a crime

Kill me while you can

Don't lie to me

Just let me bleed

Let me be more like a man



I want to hear my scream

My one last plea

Sayin "God, please won't you help me?"

Then I use the knife

Don't think twice

I wont bleed for this again



Cut me down to size, I beg

I want nothing more to do with this town

Everytime I need a warm shoulder to cry

I don't find any around

I want a girl for me

To heal my wounds

To tame my quivering heart



Someone to give me some reassurance

Of a new-life kind of depart



I want a gunshot heard

Around the world

Someone to set me free

I'll run and run for miles

Please get away and let me bleed



Don't take this as a motive

Don't take this as a crime

For when I am gone and out

You'll be behind bars doing time



Leave me as a memory

A ghost who faded, if you will

Cause I won't make anymore promises

No one will stop me from taking this pill