Here I am, and I want to die

How many pills should take my life?

What will it mean if I never cry?

Will this end mean I am really free of strife?

What lives on after this?

Is there a thing you would ever miss?

I keep losing my reason

Fall victim to treason

And was born with my fist around a knife

So listen to me now, why am I to afraid to end my life?

At the end of the day, we can still be dry

But listen, why am I too afraid to say goodbye?