The thought of suicide Is a great source of comfort I am sinking I feel I won't surivive Unless you save me So get undressed and die Sending an SOS but no one is listening Sending an SOS, I hope that you hear me The thought of suicide Is a great source of comfort I am drowning My head is going down My lips are moving But I can't make a sound Sending an SOS but no one is listening Sending an SOS, I hope that you hear me Sending an SOS but no one is listening Sending an SOS, I hope that you hear me