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It's getting closer to midnight
Lets play a little game
How about I take this blade
And cut away my shame
Or maybe I could try those pills
Things could happen but who knows when
If I'm lucky I'll fall asleep
And never wake again
What is it you say?
You love me?
I'm sorry . . .
You're too late . . .
The neglect drove me to play with suicide
The fears drove me up the wall
The silence . . .
Made it appear as if you didn't care at all
You promised me you'd always be mine
You even gave me this little ring
It's funny . . .
That all things sweet turn out to sting
Look at that
It's not quite midnight
I'm still breathing
Something isn't right
Let's continue our game
Pass over the jar of pills
Life's a b***h and unforgiving
I hope this batch kills . . .

Kill the pain that's inside
Grant my wish to die
I can't hang on any longer
I don't even want to try
Bring me new life in death
Give unto me the ultimate escape