I’m sick of life what’s the way out
Just let me go I want to shout
Why let me live when I don’t want to
You take people away who really do
I suffer everyday of my life
Sometimes I think of using a knife
Pills, and alcohol are other ideas
I’ve been thinking of ways for years
Good people are taken everyday day
From their loved ones who want them to stay
Why not take me instead of them
Because I really wish that I was dead