As my bones creak and my veins scream
 While my spirit breaks I hear you calling me

 As my heart aches and my hands shake
 While my mind fades from these dark days

 In the valley where [bad word] from
 everybody watches the [bad word]  No one will lend you a knife or a gun

 But they'll cut your wrists
 and hang you by the neck
 I like your suicide
 You show up in the middle of the night
 Blood drippin from your wrists
 Pills on your tongue and a gun in your hand
 rope around your neck
 I hope god is your friend
 I like your suicide