Maybe you're right,
I should end up my life
no more kerfuffle,
no more trouble

I push the food away;
starving, I don't want to stay
I take six pills a day;
reeling, I want to run away

As you hear me say,
"I'm tired, you're tired, we're all damn tired"
tears streaming down your face,
my stained wrist I try to raise

You don't need me no more,
stop crying, this is what you've been waiting for;
maybe you're right,
I'm nothing but a blight.