The misery, the treachery, strife and pain;
All the hardships of life have caught up with me again.
I feel so dejected in this parody of life.
I want to go – want to end it with this shiny little knife.
In my hand I hold my future misery in Hell.
And what awaits me there I can never tell.
The cold steely blade sends a tingle up my wrist
As I work up the courage to make the fatal slit.
But wait! I’m living and loving it,
Though my life be a shambles.
Today is gone, tomorrow presents another chance
To make my life more liveable.
I could make myself a new man – bring about a change,
Even though tomorrow night, I’ll commit suicide again.