I fell flat, splat, just like that,
I may be dead in the head.
My gut and butt splattered on the floor,
The bloody floor now all red.
I thought I could fly, that I wouldn't die,
Just another manic trip.
Now I'm broken, sweet words not spoken,
Just waiting for the power switch to flip.
This my day, official birthday,
What a day to be fucking dead.
I had no brain, thought superman was plain,
Jumped off the Burj Khalifa instead.
At least I won't be depressed,
This is it my friends,
The story of a manic depressive,
This is always how it ends.
