| Jumping off 14th avenue tonight
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| Spill my regrets in the highway light
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| You might call me a coward
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| And they might call it a sin
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| But I’ll never have to hear those words again
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| I took pills the doctors gave me for my brain
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| It’s a chemical imbalance from what they know
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| But I never felt much different or the same
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| With the way I feel, I wouldn’t even know
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| I said goodbye to both my mom and room
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| And I walked towards all the things I’ll never do
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| I almost called my friends to see what all of them would say
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| But they never really answered anyway
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| Maybe someone else can use my eyes or heart
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| I thought about taking pills to buy them time
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| But I couldn’t take the chance that I’d survive
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| With a new regret in the hospital light
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| I had a thousand different answers
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| When the problem’s what I need
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| In a city lay in ruins, where the carpenters sleep
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| And the architect was digging through the ash
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| To find the plans they’ll never need
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| At least not for me
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| So dear family, don’t cry
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| I took years to find a meaningful and peaceful place to die
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| So I’ll be fine
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| Sincerely
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| Caroline |