Lying in this bed,
Pain in my head,
It gets worse,
Somebody call me a hearse,
Feels like I'm dying,
Like soon I'll be flying,
Sometimes I wish it were true,
Wish these thoughts were true,
Then I think of my family,
Of how much they need me,
And realize I'm selfish,
Wanna hit myself in the pelvis,
Cause I know deep down,
These thoughts are not fine.