
I tie the rope to the tree.I’ll hang myself at three.

The rope goes around my neck.I will not regret.

I tape my note.I wish I was on a boat.

I kick the stool.I feel like a fool.

This is what I deserve.I don’t even want to be preserved.

The rope blocks my airway, I’m tearing up.

If only Cloudy didn’t take my heart and tear it up.

I wouldn’t be hanging here from my noose, like a loser.

I wouldn’t be sad.I wouldn’t be mad.

I take my last breath, this is it.

I’ll finally get eternal peace.I’m sorry world, I just didn’t fit.

Cloudy, now I’m gone.All of left of me is my dead remains.Please rejoice, do anything to celebrate.

Dance and stomp on the flowers in my grave.You made me do this.I was a soul god couldn’t save.