Suicide, suicide, it's been on my mind,

check the time,

it's 30 past midnight,

layin in my bed, 

I'm losing the fight, tween me and my head.

I need an angel, a miracle. 

I'm never gonna see those streets of gold,

tick tock, time flies,

and I'm losing my mind-

but I'm never gonna stop

till my heart goes co-O-o-O-old

I was born in 2005, been through abuse

2020: age 15

walking on thin ice,

started Millenial's Suicide.

Who am I?

They call me Joker,

cuz I'm crazy like Hatter.

16, writing songs around my anger 

and these marks on my veins,

I swore I'd make it to fame.

It was never for the money,

I did it for the kids like me,

the ones who are lone-ly~

That's the worst feeling:

surrounded by people, 

somehow you're still alone. 

I've been in your shoes, 

take my hand, let me tell you the truth,

even when you're alone, you've got an army ready to go, 

the moment you say you want them to.