Thoughts of suicide grow br Why do i think like this? br Why cant i live in harmoney? br Why cant i live in bliss? br br Suicide is like a virus br It devoured all that was pure br Why did i hold that knife to my chest? br Why cant i find a cure? br br Thoughts of suicide overwhelm me br One pill, two, three pill, four br Only 8 more to go now br Come on im nearly through that door. br br Suicide has taken my voice br So no one can hear my pain br But even if i could scream at the top of my lungs br Would it be invane? br br No one wants to listen br No one even cares br My feet are over the edge now br I will glide right through the air. br br If my thoughts become reality br Would i be missed br Or would i be cast off as another number br With my name added to a list. br br My thoughts of suicide stay with me br One day i may be free br Is suicide my only option br well tomorrow is a new day, br I shall wait and see.