I need help
My life is going
Going, gone
How could I ever be so wrong?
Walking, tripping, stumbling along
And here I thought I was so strong
I need a doctor
My heart failing
Failing, dead
I have no thoughts left in my head
Listening, contemplating, repeating what you said
And now my face is turning red
I need a hero
My hope is fading
Fading, none
I should be having fun
Jumping, laughing, playing in the sun
Instead I'm sitting here with this gun
Won't you help me?
Before it's too late
It's too late already
Soon my brain will be jelly
My insides as dead as spaghetti
And now I know I'm ready
So I pull the trigger
And there's no more regretting
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