Don't mind the lyrics

He tied a noose with expert grace,

But the fan broke, right in his face.

He took sleeping pills, a bottle full,

Slept like crazy and got late for school.

He swallowed hard on pain relief,

Yet walked away in disbelief.

He drank caffeine quite a lot,

But his body let it out, shot by shot.

He tried to drown and stop his breath,

But his luck kept mocking death.

Failed to live, failed to die—

A fool on luck, with cases to try.

After each trial, he dropped his knife:

"To hell with death, to hell with life.

Let's finish this living boon;

Hope the Reaper finds me soon."