Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs

White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
*Suicide

I'm at the point in my life trying to see a little bit clearer
      Doing a breakdown of myself, looking at the man in the mirror
      Collecting my thoughts taking a trip back down memory lane
      Recognizing I had some days it was pouring down rain
      However, through all my adversity it was God's unchanging hand
      Me not knowing I was apart of his master plan
      While I was going through the fire and the shadow of death
      I did not realize that life was only a test

To my good friend
Would I show, I thought,
The plum blossoms,
Now lost to sight
Amid the falling snow.