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