Teetering  on the edge
Standing on the end of a chair with a rope around your neck
The tip of the knife poised
Now it's all a real choice
Gun is cocked and loaded
A hair trigger that won't take much goading
Are you ready for this step?
Are you ready to paint with your blood yet?
Are you ready for the mournful screams and wails?
Of those you left behind because you thought you failed
Go ahead,
I'll be the demon on your left  
I'll take away the pain and choices you regret
But in its place I'll give the pain to those dear to your heart
Instead of you, I'll tear them apart
I'm your mischievous demon you see
Where there is dark, there I'll be
Or would you rather me be the angel on your right?                                              
There to tell you all will be alright  
Your pain will stay
Along with the choices you have made
But Those you hold dear      
I will help keep healthy and near
I'll be there to show you light
That in the end you need to choose the right    
Fore the time is now!
Make that choice!
Pick one of us to be your voice..