He says:
I think I’m headed for refrain
Feeling like I took the blame
For putting bullet in my brain
People think I was insane
For ever trying to complain
I know the business is a game
Suicide was fixed to shame
All the time I worked to gain
Conflicted that I had the fame
The story goes I was in pain
Beholden to a wanton flame
Which burned me with a wicked stain
I never sought or tried to claim
The story that portrayed me lame
Was there to cover pictured frame
I knew that someone would explain
The evidence marks this one slain
It shows that there was some disdain
For scene that I tried to regain
I didn’t try to make that plain
Because I wanted to restrain
The love I cared for was in vain
I never knew I would be paying
A price for story that was saying
I’m a man who has been playing
A sad musician: the bourne Cobain