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It’s not suicide
If you’ve already died
I can’t feel anything
I don’t feel anything

It’s not suicide
If there’s nothing left inside
I can’t feel anything
I don’t feel anything

I feel sick to my stomach
But I’ve got butterflies, too
This could be the end
Or the start of something new

Do I close my eyes forever?
Do I walk away from you?
Do I shut the door to this life?
Is that something I can do?

I feel my brain and body fight
Can I make it through just one more night?
Why do I struggle to see the light?
Will I ever do anything right?

Do I step up to take the plunge
Just to see where it may go?
Or do I stand up to the madness?
Do I fight this enemy that I don’t know?

Do I take a permanent solution
To a temporary problem?
Or do I look deep inside
To see where this all comes from?

Do I face the harsh reality
Of what’s inside my head?
Or do I lie back down
And continue to play dead?

It’s not suicide
If you’ve already died
I can’t feel anything
I don’t feel anything

It’s not suicide
If you’ve been broken and cast aside
I can’t feel anything
I don’t feel anything

I’m walking the line
Between this life and the next
I’ve never felt so crazy
I’ve never been so perplexed

My heart is pounding
It may burst through my chest
I see the light is fading
Maybe that is for the best

I’m digging through the ashes
Of what I’ve left behind
And I’ll never find an answer
I’ll never make up my mind

I feel sick to my stomach
But I’ve got butterflies too
Could this be the end
Or just the start of something new…?