• There is a painful ringing sound,

    A bell of such sweet sorrow.


    A purpose yet to be found,

    For death, I meet tomorrow.


    This melody, is part of me,

    It courses through my veins.


    Depression, there is no remedy,

    No escape from daily pains.


    There is just one more scar,

    Forming, as the blood runs red.


    You don't care,

    You never have,

    Why would you care if I was dead?


    No, you won't cry,

    You won't even grieve.


    So I'll leave you now with memories.


    I'll fall asleep and never wake,

    My own life, I shall take.