poor thing you are
contemplating suicide
you dislike bing alive
if we found out you died
guilt and sarrow
is what we'd feel
for pitiful you
you'd cut your own wrist
but you wouldn't give me a kiss
or be the friend
that i wanted you to be
poor thing you are
attempted suicide
nasty cut on a beautiful wrist
cold steel across warm flesh
you shouldn't decide
just how soon
to end your life
poor thing we are
when we haven't got a friend
everybody dislikes you alive
if the found out you died
you'd gain noteriety
over night
pitiful you
poor thing