I hide my feelings, i go with the flow,
I give you a smile, but it is all show,
Now i lay here on my floor,
Pills in my hand and gun laying close to the door,
The razor is in my top drawer.

Which is the best way to go?
Maybe the pills will be long and slow
To give me time to think of you...
The gun would be quick, end my pain straight away,
The razor will cause my pain to bleed through.

Maybe you can decide since i do this for you,
Your words of hatred are like a sharp blow,
Do i die quick or do i die slow to let my tears flow,

One day you might understand the thoughts in my head,
Of why i thought i want to be dead.
I choose to punish myself instead,
I will hide the gun and hide the pills,
But the razor will come out so i have blood to yet spill.