I purged my feelings so I could sleep
Now all that I can do is weep
I had a dream of work so grand
But I watched it slip through my hand
I cannot see how this could happen
My hearts only choice is to blacken
I tried, oh how I tried to make this work
The outcome made my life berserk
I cannot hear your advice
And saying “I'm sorry” does not suffice
Now the end is near and I cannot feel
My life went round and round like a wheel
In the end, I was numb from pills
Because I had racked up so many bills
I was done with life
So I picked up a knife

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