You sat alone and wished that you
Were above the clouds or somewhere,
But not in this room.
Because all your life you sat alone.
Boy, you suffer so alone
When you're caught
And trapped in this room.

'Cause once he does his part he'll be
Somewhat proud of me;
But it's too late,
I slit my throat back in that room

You found out later that same day
That your father didn't come
To see you lay your final lay.
His decision,
It wasn't all that bad.
No one misses you, boy.
In fact, I think they're glad.

So goodbye Mother Earth.
It was a good run but it was not worth it at all.