Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this

I think that I've lived too long

With all of my promise unfulfilled

But there is a veil drawn over all of that



I know you'll probably say, "Spare us the melodrama"

"I don't know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver"

I'm out of luck

I'm not that strong

My hands, your neck

I might have wrung



Don't try to find me

I'm not worth anything anymore

I am not leaving you with all of your problems

The biggest one is me



Life is dark

Cold as the sea

Embrace me in my anguish

Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you won't cry because

I've gone

I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go on

I must close now