Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this
I think that Ive lived too long
With all of my promise unfulfilled
But there is a veil drawn over all of that
I know youll probably say, "spare us the melodrama"
"i dont know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver"
Im out of luck
Im not that strong
My hands, your neck
I might have wrung
Dont try to find me
Im not worth anything anymore
I am not leaving you with all of your problems
The biggest one is me
Life is dark
Cold as the sea
Embrace me in my anguish
Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you wont cry because
Ive gone
I cant go on, I cant go on, I cant go on
I must close now