Let Me Die

If I kill myself I guess you'll find me dead. Gripping at the razor And bleeding in my bed. Or I'll get some rope. I'll hang from somewhere high. Slowly dying there Without a final bye. But it might be different If I find a gun. I'll go to a place. You won't make it if you run. Just stab me in the heart Or shoot me in the head. Hang me on a rope. Just make sure that I am dead. No one really cares So just let me die. You choose my way to go Anyway that you'd like. 'Cause it doesn't really matter Which way I really go. Just make sure that I'm dead. Without another word. ©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33