Who really cares if I live or die? br Who's giving me a reason to breath or try? br What's the reason to stick around this place? br Waiting for a smile or a touch of His grace? br br There must be a deeper reason why br I don't pull the trigger and end this guy. br How do I know how others feel, br no one has told me so it's no big deal. br br If only I knew how others felt, br I would let go of this gun, knife and belt. br Any old way to die will work, br ridding this planet of one more jerk. br br One hand on the gun the other a knife, br I see only one way to end this strife. br Which one will it be, which way shall I go, br a bullet to the head or a knife for the show. br br Then I hesitate for a brief fleeting thought, br I picture a gift I recently bought. br How would this be given, if I were dead, br she would be crying and bringing roses instead. br br Oh, how fragile is life everyday, br looking for just one more reason... to stay.