Carving Thoughts Of Suicide On The Wall

His note stained with tears and creases
The funeral we held let him Rest In Pieces

Death, lodged within his core
His flesh is aching and his heart is sore

His cries for help are all in vain
No one gives a damn if he's in pain

His note is stained with tears and creases
the funeral we held let him Rest In Pieces

He eats lunch in the bathroom stall
carving his thoughts on suicide on the wall

His note is stained with tears and creases
the funeral we held let him Rest In Peices