Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this
  I think that I've lived too long
  With all of my promise unfulfilled
  But there is a veil drawn over all of that
  I know you'll probably say, "Spare us the melodrama"
  "I don't know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver"
  I'm out of luck
  I'm not that strong
  My hands, your neck
  I might have wrung
  
  Don't try to find me
  I'm not worth anything anymore
  I am not leaving you with all of your problems
  The biggest one is me
  
  Life is dark
  Cold as the sea
  Embrace me in my anguish
  Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you won't cry because
  I've gone
  I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go on
  I must close now