I am alone, drunk, and done
The only thing that showed up was a gun.
Happy Birthday to me, I will not wake
It's been 17 years for God's sake. 
I gave it a good go, nonetheless
This elegant ivory handle, I'll caress.
Load one round and spin it around, 
Someone hears a click, I am found.
They yell and pound at the locked door
I am laying down where I belong, the floor.
Spin it again and put it to my head, click
They try yelling but the music is so thick.
I skip the song and look out the window
A beautiful creature is there, a crow.
It takes flight and my door breaks
It's the police, I knew the stakes.
After all, it was Russian Roulette
They are all around me, a beset.
I drop the gun and now I'm on floor nine
The choice I made was only mine.
Happy Birthday to me, from the psych ward
What a day huh, I do not want attention or a card.
Not a word spoken for a solid month and 5 days
Go home and stab my bed into fluffy filets.
Find the gun I hid so no one could see
Load one round, Happy Birthday to me.
Spin it around, waiting for the hammer
Under my breath I slur a stammer.
Pull the trigger and I repainted my wall
My skull looking like a deep red shawl.
Oh what a perfect and gruesome sight to see
17 years, I'm finally gone. Happy Birthday to me.