SUICIDE ME
von Elizabeth Reinhart >>
SUICIDE, SUICIDE,
it has to be done,
it got to come -
to me
finally, promtly.
SUICIDE, SUICIDE,
where`s you?
where`ve you gone?
sucide, suicide...
first egging me,
nudging me into -
now, left me doing it on my own
so alone,
my suicide you...
Now that you were gone, my suicidal friend -
I won`t dare go on,
for I would not handle it right,
would screw it right up,
this suicide thing;
shoulda shoot it?
shoulda hang it?
shoulda kill it by an overdose,
this suicide-me?
"yeah, yeah!, oh yeah!,
kill it with an overdose!
give it whiskey and wine, but give me pills after in the morning, and -
do not feed me anything else!
this, yeah, yeah, a nice idea, it sounds!
yeah, yeah - oughta go, put yourself in a hurry now!
go, empty that bottle!, gulp it down!,
while the sun still`s a-shining,
while she still will be a-watching ... you!"
Can`t remember the day you first came for a visit,
came, to tell me of my life
been worth nothing but shit,
and the future not going to go for the better,
the future, growing me a tumour
of sense- and meaningless weight,
on my back, bending it down, face ground-down,
more and more every day...
what`s that, you telling me? - oh no, I tell you! -
no shit in my teenaged life there was!
no! no! everything great, everyone happy,
happy, even with me being around - YOU,
get this right!, and I, me....
YOU - shut up, your bullshit talking mouth!
and -
You - now, make yourself be done with present and future times!
for back we go, you and me, to where you`ve begun
being goodhearted and a million miles afar from ill-kindedness,
come!, we`ve got to go....
And just then, it was - I |
