the perfect plan..

What's worse, drowning under the waves or dying from the thirst,

crying and be being questioned, or smiling, just like you rehearsed.

Falling off a building or hanging from a rope suspended in thin air,

people calling nine one one, or stopping just to stare.

A bottle of pills in one hand,

they supply me, I demand.

In the other hand my best friend,

for when he is near, I don't have to pretend.

I'm talking about my razor, my lovely razor blade,

do you want me to show you, the neat things that it has made.

It seems I'm never good enough, i always let someone down,

so ill do everyone a favor and let myself drown.

I'll stand in front of a car or cut my many veins,

this will surely help me, take away the pain.

I'll jump out of a window,20 stories tall,

I'll just close my eyes, and let myself fall.

Now I have the perfect plan, I will stand on the window's ledge,

then I will close my eyes and let myself fall off the edge.

I tried my best, but I gave up without a fight,

and even though I rehearsed my smile,

I never once got it right.