I look at it all shiny and new

It has no clue what it is about to do

Lets add some color, thats what we should do

Green ~ nope

Blue ~ no

Yellow ~ no thank you 

Red it what I choose

1,2,3,4,5,6 red ribbons

All tied in a bow

I think to myself, 'this is how I go'

But no, thats not the end of the show

I look around in hope

Wanting someone to see, that I am not free

I am a slave to my brain

I go to my closet and grab my rope

You are about to read the last chaper I have wrote

I find a tree, and secure the rope

I tie the knot, smiling with hope

Wanting someone to see that I am not free

I look around with one last desperite attempt

But no one is there, I am about to be free

I climb up the tree, wear the noose as a necklace

With one last fleeting glance, I take my last leap.