Kill yourself.
Just end your life.
Paradise is seen only in the movies.
Living won’t be enough for me.
Don’t wait for a husband or wife.
True love is a lie.
The only way out is to get high.
My thoughts tell me.

Hang yourself.
Get a rope.
Tie it around your neck.
There is no hope.
Hide the letter in the wreck.
Take a step on the chair.
Let her rip an ugly scare.
My thoughts tell me.

Isolate and medicate.
Chug down some pills.
Relax and watch the last sunset pass.
This way is better than poisonous gas.
Imagine a life of growing prime.
Think of your crush one last time.
This is the last you’ll face pain internally.
My thoughts tell me.

Shoot yourself.
Steal a gun.
There is nowhere else to run.
Place it right to your head.
Admit you’re already dead.
Or maybe take it up a notch.
And shoot yourself in the crotch.
To watch yourself bleed to death
My thoughts tell me.

Give yourself to Satan.
Let him take your soul.
He gets you better than anyone else.
Let him patch up the holes.
Perform Satanic rituals.
And find the demons that dwell.
Follow them straight to hell.
My thoughts tell me.