You may call it selfish or call it rude But I am tired of feeling as though I intrude Upon this earth I will not stay But I will have a final birthday Nineteen I am damaged, and too far broken My cries for help have since been spoken Just never heard Soon I will be free as a bird To spread its wings beyond all measures And find the true source of soulful pleasures Nineteen Blow out the candles, of a frosted cake I pray and want the grave my soul to take Nineteen My death wish will be forever granted When I am gone and the daisies are planted My death wish will be forever granted When I am gone and the daisies are planted Nineteen Nineteen years and the counting stops As this knotted rope falls and drops Nineteen years and the counting stops As this knotted rope falls and drops Life leaves lost souls hanging by a thread Waiting for the dawn of light to lift all sullen dread