You can do whatever that makes you please, And leave me with just pieces of me. So I'm weak, say what you mean. There is more in my life, than what it seems. This is me. Think of me, and now, I'll take my leave. I'll swallow my pain, and then my pills, After that, I'll allow my blood to spill. Slowly, I'll crawl over and close my door, Finally, I'll lay convulsing on the floor.