I felt a rotting albatross around my neck was hung

The barrel of my .38 was pungent on my tongue

A deadly glass of poison was lifted to my lips

The suicide solution was at my fingertips

But then I realized in the pit of my despair

That suicide is pointless if there’s no one who would care

I found myself decided on a plan so cold and cruel

I grabbed my automatic and I strolled into the school

And all the while thinking that the world would surely heed

The pain that they’d inflicted to make me do this deed

And when the blood-bath ended it was time to end it all

And so I blew my brains out on the high school classroom wall

And now just like the albatross I’m rotting here in Hell

And yet the world remains unchanged as far as I can tell