Every Teenage Suicide

Three minutes time My well will run dry No need to cry or feel sorrow The moon is a jewel But it shines like a fool I can't really face tomorrow Suicide Stood on a chair Soon I'll hang in the air Swinging from the lamp by a noose Blackest of thoughts God knows I have fought But alive I don't feel any use Suicide Finally cracked I'm down on the tracks My head is lined up with the wheels Tried to be loved Find a force from above Below is always how I feel Suicide