You've had too many sad days br You can't even count the ways br You've thought of suicide br Or simply wished you'd die br So you finally give up hope br Just becuase you couldn't cope br So the grab that bottle there br Becuase now you just don't care br 49 sweet, sad pills slid down br Soon your spasing on the ground. br Then you hear a sound like thounder br As your lying 6 feet under. br Your black coffin still in sight br I try not to cry with all my might.