Suicide
Suicide is what I'm thinking about
Why have I been living my life without doubt?
I know it's true
When I look at you...
Theres anger in your eyes...
And I feel fit to die.
I try to hold back the tears, but I cry.
I feel so ashamed
Why am I the only one to blame?
My thoughts can't seem to straighten out
I find myself wandering about
I find myself in an old abandoned place
I hold the gun up to my face
I stand there frozen in time
About to take the life thats mine
Why do I hesitate?
I realize there is nothing to hate.
I walk away and drop the gun on the ground
My footsteps barely make a sound
I end up back where I started...
In this world and not departed.
Suicide is what I'm thinking about
Why have I been living my life without doubt?
I know it's true
When I look at you...
Theres anger in your eyes...
And I feel fit to die.
I try to hold back the tears, but I cry.
I feel so ashamed
Why am I the only one to blame?
My thoughts can't seem to straighten out
I find myself wandering about
I find myself in an old abandoned place
I hold the gun up to my face
I stand there frozen in time
About to take the life thats mine
Why do I hesitate?
I realize there is nothing to hate.
I walk away and drop the gun on the ground
My footsteps barely make a sound
I end up back where I started...
In this world and not departed.
