A rope, a chair and bullet shells

This one is for the broken-hearted

This one is for souls long departed

Again, I find myself alone

Again, with feelings unknown

I need an escape

Running out of time, always late

Never wanted to say goodbye

Even when you said "I hope you die"

This one is for the mentally insane

This one is for the ones always being blamed

Strong enough to put down the knife

but I still find myself wanting to end my life

Save yourself, for I am done

Looking down the barrel of a smoking gun