I hope since I left you found purpose in life
My death will be slow, on my wrists lays the knife
As I lay in the snow, I question my worth
A self centered asshole who wishes rebirth
But alas he will not, shortly death will arrive
To greet me I'll say, "Did I serve you right?"
As he speaks through my soul, I start to arise
"Heaven or Hell?" I say, he glares in my eyes
"Neither" he says
I look up surprised
As I begin to awake, I come to realize
Another failed attempt, I begin to breakdown and cry
"Why?" I scream "Did it all go awry"
So I pick up my phone to give you a call
"Another failed attempt" I say, you're silent but appalled
"But why?" you ask
Your eyes begin to tear up, you're cold
"A life without you isn't worth growing old"