Is it all slipping away from me?

Sing me to sleep. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Sing to me. I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore. Don’t feel bad for me; I want you to know deep in the cell of my heart I really want to go/Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there will be candles and prayers that are sad I know. Let them not weep, let them know I’m glad to go.