I should’ve gone out for iced-cream,
Before the doctors pronounced me dead,
Nothing crazy, just vanilla -
Then a bullet in my head.

I should’ve brought along some rainclouds,
For when my mother’s love ran dry,
I thought I could weep myself a river,
But in the end I couldn’t cry.

I just wish I could go back in time,
To leave nothing up to chance,
I’ve been wanting to waltz around the pain,
Maybe I’ll teach myself to dance.

I should’ve made a script and kept to it,
Cause I played the part so wrong,
They’ve all but abandoned me now,
Maybe I wasn’t meant to belong.

It kills me when they yell my name,
Like I never even mattered,
They just screamed so loud I couldn’t hear,
That my own heart had shattered.

I wonder what I thought this morning,
Did I know the world would end?
If I did why didn’t I realize,
I really need a friend.

It’s so lonely waltzing off this cliff alone.