If I held a gun to my head,
who would cry and beg me not to?
If I climbed to the roof of a tall building,
who would call up and demand that I don't jump?
If I put a bottle of aspirin to my lips,
who would take them from me and listen for once?
If I laid down on the tracks,
who would scream and drag me off?
If I tied my own noose,
who would hold me up saying 'Don't'?
If I was on the edge of a bridge,
who would grab my hand, pull me back, and whisper 'I need you'?
It took that for you to pay attention,
to see that I'm hurting and broken.
But once I hold that gun, I'll pull the trigger, once I climb to the roof, I'm jumping off, once I unscrew that bottle, I'm drinking from it, once I lay down, I won't get up, once I tie my noose, I'll hang from it, once I'm at the edge...
...I'm letting go.