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I’m going crazy.
And I’m going to climb the Texas tower,
And spell my name with the bodies of the dead.
No turning back now.
I’ll paint this campus red,
And line the news pages with my lead.

So many times I try to make sense,
Of a perfect crime with no evidence.
I’ll take my hate for the world,
And expel it on the little boys and girls.
I try to express just how I feel,
In a psychical form of something real.
I’ll cry myself to sleep tonight,
As my tears write about my plight.

I’m going crazy.
And I’m going to climb the Texas tower,
And spell my name with the bodies of the dead.
No turning back now.
I’ll paint this campus red,
And line the news pages with my lead.

I’ll infuse my veins with ink,
And bleed a poem of how I think.
I take the blame off of myself,
And I’ll place it on someone else.
I stand alone above all my guns,
And I’ll turn against the ones I love.
And a crime the world hadn’t seen yet,
And I end the lives of ones I’ve never met.

I’m going crazy.
And I’m going to climb the Texas tower,
And spell my name with the bodies of the dead.
No turning back now.
I’ll paint this campus red,
And line the news pages with my lead.

Do you even know my name?
It’s been too long to tell.
I can’t take the separation.
I can’t live through this hell.
Why did I have to do this?
Why do we have to die?
Why can’t I just kill the pain?
WHY WHY WHY WHY???