The crime I won't go to Jail for

Grab the knife, tie the rope.
Take a deep breath, maybe write a note.
You've tryed, I've tryed.
But it's ever-ending lie,
No buts or bits because you know I'm right.
One step, two step closer to the edge,
put the bloody gun to your soon to be bloody head.
The frout door opens, your still in the bath.
If you told anybody this they'll proberly laugh,
Cursed or blessed you walked the path alone.
The funny thing is, this is the only time they wished they were there
as they untie the rope.....