Wow, I had no idea what I was doing. This wasn't drawing, it was splashing paint to a suicide song with a peppy beat that doesn't belong.

My legs are dangling off the edge. The bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I'll slit my wrist and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
My legs are dangling off the edge. A stomach full of pills didn't work again. I put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

I wish that could fly. Way up in the sky. Like a bird so high. Oh, I might just try...