I started thinking lately.
About my sad sad life,
I thought I could face it bravely.
But I’m only causing strife..
Not alone, but lonely.
Home doesn’t feel homie..
I’d write you a promise in blood,
But you said you’re scared of floods.
So here I am, with a grand finale.
Put a high number on my head, bounty.
If you don’t hear from me,
It’s not you, but me.
I feel so broken and lousy,
Like I’m a good for nothing loser.
I won’t bruise ‘er. But I’ll make
Lately, I’ve been wanting to die..
So I’ll roll the dice one last time,
If it doesn’t work out, I’ll have to drop my dime.
And chime out while I’m still in my prime.