Justified Suicide
Death is a constant, life just a prayer
Some are successful, while others despair
To end is so easy, to live is so hard
Relentless depression is breaking your guard
Your problem a small one, solution is clear
Yet you continue existing in fear
Why leave it up to the cold hands of fate
There's really no reason to wait
It's always the darkest just before dawn
Surely no one will notice the fact that you're gone
Why leave it up to the cold hands of fate
It's much too late
Misery, lifeless, tag on your toe
Reside in a freezer, to science you go
In society's eyes, you need not exist
In terms of importance, you're last on the list
Hookers, junkies, crime & deceit
A drawer in the morgue, a pleasant retreat
Eternally suffer, eternally rest
Make up your mind as to which would be best
Bullet to brain or razor to wrist
Or step off a building, you'll never be missed