(P. Bromell)
I'm gonna kill myself, commit suicide
but I don't know how yet, cause I havn't decided
should I use a razorblade or some sleeping pills
should I jump from my balcony, I don't care as long it kills
I'm gonna leave you a message on my answering-machine
I'm gonna tell you the reason, and tell you what I meen
I'm gonna tell you why I feel like this, why I feel so blue
say how much I need your love, how much I need you
I don't want you to feel sad, there's no reason to cry
I'm just so tired of everything and I just wanna die
I don't want you to get mad, I'm sure you understand
and I'm sure we're gonna meet again, in the promised land
I'm gonna kill myself, commit suicide
But I don't know how yet, cause I havn't decided
should I buy me a pistol and blow my brains against the wall
should I put a rope around my neck, or should I wait for you to call
