He looked in the mirror
Tears run from his face
Looking at himself
Thinking "what a disgrace"
He wonders what it's like to fly
To jump from the cliff and soar through the sky
Death and suicide run through his mind
He knows it's one of a kind
The things he dreams about all of the time
He thinks of leaving this dreadful earth
Because he knows what he's worth
He fears nothing and doesn't care
While running his fingers through his hair
He writes a note telling everyone what's going on
On his phone plays his favorite song
He draws a picture
A picture with a twist
He drew it with his razor blades
He drew it on his wrist
The blood drips to floor
Thinking this life is no more
He grabs a rope and a chair
Tying it up without a care
He jumps off knowing what he's done
To him... This is all fun.