• Life is a mysterious thing
    Hard to give but easy to take
    I have no purpose to my making
    In my heart i want a stake
    That is why a gun's to my head

    Life is not simple for me
    I guess its because im unique
    I hate it all don't you see
    Depression makes it hard to think
    A raven sits at my window

    Why would you do this it said to me
    You have a whole life ahead of you
    Life's to difficult don't you see
    I hate myself it's true
    The ravan sat there questionably

    I can't take the pain anymore
    The raven looked at me again
    It stole the gun out of my hand and it was no more
    I pulled out a knife the raven in horror
    I stabbed my heart its all over