We sat on a hill today, cuddled up as one.
We looked up to the sun and forgot about
the dark man with a gun.

We're both oh so suicidal,
our minds are like big tidals.
But, as we sit side by side,
I faintly hear you cry.
"Why?"
I ask you, carefully drying your tears.
You looked up at me with your glossy eyes and
said "Because sometimes I still want to die."
and as we gaze into each others eyes,
I realize that life was a game
and you were the prize.