Take your eraser to everything

Remove the burden of my memory

I’d rather it be you than me

Wouldn’t that make this easy?

Please, make me a statistic

So they don’t think they missed it

So they don’t blame me for being cryptic

You can pretend you went ballistic

What I’m asking for is an escape

Give me all your mercy

Load it in a 22 and pull

They’ll thank you for me

They’ll thank you for me

If it helps to ease your mind,

In the end, no one will have cried

All they care about is how I died

And how they hate explaining suicide

This Hell’s a nasty place to stay

But if I decide not to wake up one day

 I’d end up there anyway

Give me a chance at Heaven’s gates

What I’m asking for is an escape

Give me all your mercy

Load it in a 22 and pull

They’ll thank you for me

They’ll th